blow Oh oh I just wanna set you on fire So I won't have to burn alone Then you Then you'll know where I'm coming from Fire bomb... Fire bomb Seems
my soul for your love "With you, we promise, we shall rule!" I'm not a pure soul "The Dark inside your heart is true!" But my fire still lives on Skies
She comes down with her hair on fire while I sleep, and I feel wider than, higher than you know. She walks down with her wings on fire, if I could stand
ready to go, yeah Come on Three two one, I'm the bomb And I'm ready to go off in your ship Three two one, I'm the bomb And I'm ready to go off in your
You only hold me up like this Cause you don't know who I really am Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you We're making out inside crashed
Intense excruciation Total eviscreation Await the execution Now you are carried to the pyre Soon to be released Purity through fire ("Purity through fire
thing is ready to blow I just wanna set you on fire so I won't have to burn alone Then you, then you'll know where I'm coming from Fire bomb Fire bomb
sun has come up, the night is behind Go down in the city, into the street And let's give the message to the people we meet So light up the fire and
needs to be no more cannon-fire orange, cannon-fire orange, cannon-fire orange i'm counting the days to discover the ways how the fire turns cold like
how long has it been? it's good to see everything turned out how we wanted it how about the friends we know that caved in we never stopped we never rested
When we set the prairie on fire Oh, we go down to the water naked and slow You and me and the heart of desire We set the prairie on fire How hard will
much despair. I must enter the womb deeper Before its heart is frozen. I must find the elemental furnace, To sacrifice to its limpid fire And to
Outside the winter zephyr, When fables of sabers were strong. "...For thou hast said in our hearts..." "...From Celtic flames, we are born." The Sky Clad
swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems 'Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick
Currents that are stronger Wanna drag you under I would never tire Swimming next to you We became united Twisted and enlightened Skating on fire Yes,
pain and suffering Our legends tell of weapons Wielded by kings of old Crafted by evil wizards Unholy to behold We seek the fire lances That slew the
torture, screams of pain As the ones of Jehovah die Hail and Worship the Fire Heed the Devil's Desire Hail and Worship the Fire Light Lucifer's pyre