Appetite for loctite - threshold broken
Your vengeful God exposed
And every word that's uttered
Is a shame on bread not buttered
Feel that heat - goes down a treat
It's not a question - or is it?
But it burns so bright
A downhill path at last
The sky comes down with me
Dry as death itself - I'm just tired now, though
Spare yourself the woe
Treat me to a drink
The people have gathered round
The ice is dry
Fee-fo-fi - down in one
Step on me again
I cannot feel the pain anymore
As I have come ashore
It whispers to me now
This evidence of fate, so great
It's not a question - or is it?
But it burns so bright
A downhill path at last
The sky comes down with me