You're a tireless sycophant.
A victim of circumstance.
Always wanting more.
You're the fire that's broken out, only for a moment.
But talking on and on....
But I'd rather be cut up by, knives tonight.
It's a radical ploy.
I don't know if I'm going left or going right,
But you distort, much more.
You're the fire in a bottle and...
You're the flame that is gonna' end...
You're the fire that is starved for air.
A victim of circumstance, but talking on and on.
Don't you, f*cken look to me.
As if I knew the score?
Don't you try to be, anything, but less to me.
Don't you there's no war?
Turning out, despair now.
We don't even know, what we're fighting for.
I don't know if I'll burn now.
But I light up for the cause.
Even if it's wrong.
Your light never left a scar.
Your light never was a spark to me.
Your light never left a mark,
Your light... smoke.
Running away,
From the flames.
Running away
From the pain.
There's a red light in front of me.
No, it's not new to me.
Don't let it burn to the floor and all.
There's a red light in front of me.
The insecurity.
How does it burn to the floor and all.
I never wanted more.
I never wanted more.
I never wanted more.
I never wanted more.