F-I-R-E

Panic sets in
Problems get worse
Time's running out
Collectors close in
I reached out for help
But no hands came back
And when sleep
Does the sun never set on our empire?

Carries the sound
From over the Hills
Sad and confused
Life of abuse
Matches the stairs
In our old home
In a foreign land
Where I cannot go any longer

There are no relationships that last once we're agreed
So pass your self importance and we'll drown in your disease

I got a head full of hate mail and heart full of bruises
I'll get eight-hundred emails full of marriage proposals
And I've met one thousand assholes and they've all got excuses
And I'll make my decision once I've lit the explosives baby



Credits
Writer(s): Antoni Maiovvi
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