Acetylene

Rules of the game
Have gone and changed
Snapped
Something snapped

Tall kings, flesh dreams
Death's tune, high noon
Wild talk
Wild talk

The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene

Banjo, low quest
Angel cut with your mouth shut
Can't take
Any more of this

Dictator face on a postage stamp
Car bomb, expressway ramp
The road is torched
Already torched

The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene

Let's it crash just where it will
Then we'll see there's nothing here
What happens then?
What happens then?

Rest in peace before a disaster
Written on your cocktail napkin
Bless the beasts
And a blow torch

The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene

The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene

Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene



Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Andrada, Derrick Decker, Scott Brotemarkle, Steven Augustine
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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