Playing With Fire

I was waiting for sign, waiting for a silver line
To dip down and lift me back into the sky
Overdosed on thinking that I was never gonna die
The devil hoped that I'd be placated by playing with the fire

Emaciated by the weight of it
I'm tryna make haste but
The boulder on my shoulder keeps me from racing
Carved out with care during these years of dragon chasing and placed upon me
My adoration for playing into fate and self fulfilling all the hatred
Backed myself into a corner
The knife silhouetted on the wall, sharpened and shady
Blood spatter on the carpet
I gave myself no last words, the swiftness of final destinations
Throat gurgled as I tried to make sense of the whole situation

I was waiting for sign, waiting for a silver line
To dip down and lift me back into the sky
Overdosed on thinking that I was never gonna die
The devil hoped that I'd be placated by playing with the fire

I grabbed that match so confidently and dragged it on the striker
I watched the light dance before I lit the fuse and set myself on fire
Ran down every street and screamed "nobody save me"
Nobody did, they barely looked at all
But when they did, they just all smiled and laughed it off
For every time I ignored a cry or a subtle plea for some help
And all that I did was look both ways and cross thinking of myself
I gambled it all away, the cards I've been dealing to myself
The ceiling's not that high to climb, all i needed was a belt

I was waiting for sign, waiting for a silver line
To dip down and lift me back into the sky
Overdosed on thinking that I was never gonna die
The devil hoped that I'd be placated by playing with the fire

I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire
I was, I was, I was
Playing with the fire