Warm

Is this the cure you believe in Or just another crossed line? This is the threshold you've perceived me And the temperature is warm Cut me off from reason I couldn't really be sure Force production and freedom The catalyst to which I was born I really do fear need How I wish I was bored Confided in the structures Inside I close the door Is this the cure you believe in Or just another crossed line? Confided in the structures Inside I close the door Inside I close the door