Born of dust and stone
Dead hearts roaming a dying home
Life leaves us all
White boats upon the shores of time
We are but sparks in a darkened world, and yet some things were born to
Burn
The napalm in your eyes
Is all my cold heart needs
You bring the matches
I'll bring the gasoline
I'm the same bad news as you
Your're the same kind of f****d as me
I'm the same bad news as you
You're the same
You're the same as me