F.I.N.E. You, Me, and Everyone We Know

[Intro Chorus]
When will my hands be clean of you?
You’re still the ants but I am fireproof
I hold my breath, you take a purple hue
Until my hands are clean of you

I am (FINE) fermenting in negative energy
(I am FINE) fervently inviting new enemies
(I am FINE) facing impossibly narrow entry
Back into an atmosphere that nearly thrice killed me (I am FINE)

I did not survive the third rotation
A concussion interrupted phosphorylation
It took another hard fall to heal my brain
Though I wouldn’t call what I’ve been feeling completely sane

I’m still having those dreams at night
My blood pressure stays prepared for a fight
Now that all my dreams are dead

[Chorus]
When will my hands be clean of you?
You’re still the ants but I am fireproof
I hold my breath, you take a purple hue
Until my hands are clean of you