We are the victims who hold the matches.
You brought kerosene to burn us to ashes.
Reminding, advising, enticing without realizing,
everything latches.
Our minds are sporadic but we let it have the best of us.
There's no room for hesitation, only lust.
You'll ask yourself "what's the worst that could happen?"
For years I've been digging the hole that Ive trapped myself in.
Nothing can change now...
Nothing can change 'cause it's all the same now.
There's more to anticipate.
Were cast in iron and my way's the sweet escape.
We can all be neurotic at times.
Meditation helps to seek through neurosis with clarity.
To understand its origin and to smile at it.
There's more to anticipate.
Were cast in iron and my way's the sweet escape.
So light the match and let me suffer cause...
They deserve Hell's whisper for what they've done.
(for what they've done)
'Cause nothing is better than watching you run.
(blood! blood! blood!)
'Cause all the words remain unsung.
Fuck this.
The floor's wet with our sin and provocative mistakes.
It's true, I can help but it comes at a cost.
Everyone is helpless after a loss.
(everyone is helpless)
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