I have a fever
It burns me from the inside
Flaming underneath my flesh
Crisping my bones to ash
The blood in my veins
It bubbles and boils
Becoming a broth of fire
I have a fever
No compress on my brow
Can soothe the conflagration
That rages beneath my skin
No amount of ice against my skin
Can extinguish the inferno
Searing against my chassis
I have a fever
And it crawls throughout
My human frame, flaring
At every organ it consumes
For my heart
It pulses now not blood
But liquid fire
I have a fever
For I am sick from love
And know without the cure
That I soon shall die
I shall prefer to die
Of not a broken heart
But by the flames within
I have a fever
It burns me from the inside
Flaming underneath my flesh
Crisping my bones to ash
The blood in my veins
It bubbles and boils
Becoming a broth of fire
I have a fever
No compress on my brow
Can soothe the conflagration
That rages beneath my skin
No amount of ice against my skin
Can extinguish the inferno
Searing against my chassis
I have a fever
And it crawls throughout
My human frame, flaring
At every organ it consumes
For my heart
It pulses now not blood
But liquid fire
I have a fever
For I am sick from love
And know without the cure
That I soon shall die
I shall prefer to die
Of not a broken heart
But by the flames within
I have a fever