The fanmix's cover art. It shows Adrienna casting flames from her hands with a frown against a grainy red background. She is drawn in bold, bright colors, and the fanmix's title is written in a bold-looking font beside her.

Burning Heart, Burning Mind

Fandom: Chronicles of Witchemie

Subject Matter: Adrienna Fiamore

Description: Fourth and final installment in my Chronicles character mixes series! This one is for Indilucine, the lonesome soul with a burden on her shoudlers and a past she'd like to forget.

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Track 1: Black & White by Sarah McLachlan

And all I feel is black and white / And I'm wound up small and tight / And I don't know who I am

Track 2: Strange Little Girl by Tori Amos

Walking home in her wrapped up world / She survived but she's feeling old / 'Cause she found all things cold

Track 3: Bitch by Meredith Brooks

I hate the world today / You're so good to me, I know, but I can't change / Tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe / I'm an angel underneath

Track 4: Miss World by Hole

I'm miss world, watch me break and watch me burn / No one is listening, my friend / Now I've made my bed, I'll lie in it / I've made my bed, I'll die in it

Track 5: Seether by Veruca Salt

I can't see her till I'm foaming at the mouth. / Keep her down, boiling water. / Keep her down, what a lovely daughter.

Track 6: I Think I'm Paranoid by Garbage

Bend me, break me anyway you need me / All I want is you / Bend me, break me, breaking down is easy / All I want is you

Track 7: I See by Letters to Cleo

This world going in circles around, all around me / I'll end up mad before life is through with me

Track 8: Split Personality by P!nk

Tell me why can't I just reach up and simply touch the sky / Tell me why can't I spread my arms and fly and fly and fly / Tell me why can't I say this, why can't I do that / Tell me what they want from me, tell me how to act

Track 9: All I Really Want by Alanis Morissette

And all I really want is some patience / A way to calm the angry voice

Track 10: Better Version of Me by Fiona Apple

I am likely to miss the main event / If I stop to cry or complain again / So I will keep a deliberate pace / Let the damned breeze dry my face

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