| 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 |
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| Gasoline and a match |
| The only option (only option) |
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| Suffering it's sweltering |
| Now pooling sweat, not over yet |
| Eyes grow strained no pleasure only |
| Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn |
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| Burn it to the ground |
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| 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 |
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| Getting a bit light headed now |
| Smoke begins to fill the air |
| Heat is rising, walls are melting |
| Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn |
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| Burn |
| Burn |
| Burn |
| Burn |
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| 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 me |
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