Breathe the Fire

Keep biting your tongue forked isn't a good look
Bitter than pills, cutting off your ear
Sheathing iron leaving fate in hand
Always failing to justify
Looking out across the desert I realized my fault
Much like this place, I'm not temperate, basking in the heat

Don't serve me wrong
You'll feel the wrath of my hand
Spit your words
You'll breathe the fire of my lands

Take a breathe don't stop until we find a cause
Where I will hear the words that are lost in your head
Speak your heart I've heard enough from your mind
My soul deserves to feel alive again
Leading further to a great mirage
Reality appears to you
Filled to the brim
Conscious words are lost
Drowning in your fickle mind

Don't serve me wrong
You'll feel the wrath of my hand
Spit your words
You'll breathe the fire of my lands



Credits
Writer(s): Depths Of Titan
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