I'm gonna make the fucking news As it turns out there's nothing to left lose Degradation, Realization, Fantasy grew into solemn silent preparation Breathe in deep, swallow hard, Look around and feel the temperature slowly start to rise
Gasoline and a match The only option (only option)
Suffering it's sweltering now pooling sweat, not over yet Eyes grow strained no pleasure only Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn it to the ground
Lock the doors, cut the cords No warning, no mercy, no fucking explanation You should have known when you pushed, pushed, pushed me to the edge
Getting a bit light headed now smoke begins to fill the air Heat is rising, walls are melting Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn Burn Burn Burn
I'll leave your charred blistered corpse on a spike for the world to see You left me with nothing, didn't think that I'd fight back Now you're gonna regret ever fucking with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
