Marika Hackman - Round We Go

Oh my god, what have I done
Left my hands above the flames
Heal my skin, with a bite of ointment
Tastes like hell but I'm in pain

Don't speak softly, I'm deaf

As opposed and I like it, the silence
I'll just smile and nod my head
How it burns Like I'm focused on you
See my skin It's turning red

Don't speak softly, I'm deaf

I'm inside my head, rolling 'round my skull
Like a flesh coloured marble, round we go

Hold my tongue with a finger, no fun
Pressing down into my neck
How it hurts Like an exhale, next bale
Tell me I'm a nervous wreck

Don't speak softly, I'm deaf

I'm inside my head, rolling 'round my skull
Like a flesh coloured marble, round we go
Inside my head, rolling 'round my skull
Like a flesh coloured marble, round we go