I've got a bathtub full of gasoline.
Who's got a light?
Who's slippery enough to pass it to me?
I've got the pity right between where i see.
Rest your head
Your time will come
You'll take the bullet meant for me.
I'VE RUN OUT OF THINGS TO DO.
PAST-TIME PLEASURES ARE NO USE.
I HATE THE THING THAT YOU'VE BECOME.
I BURN MYSELF UNDER YOUR SUN.
I keep wet with debris and shit.
I bring a light to enlightenment.
And though i'm of no consequence,
My indulgence is bottomless.
I'VE RUN OUT OF WORDS TO SAY.
YOU HAVE SOLD MY VOICE AWAY.
I'M TOO SMALL TO MAKE IT CLEAR.
I BURN MY BODY OUT OF FEAR.
I break from my promise to you.
I betray all that I can lose.
You invoke the right to my lust.
I burn assets to what they're worth,
You'll get your profits from my dust.
I'VE RUN OUT OF THOUGHTS TO THINK.
YOU HAVE MADE ME INDISTINCT.
I HAVE NO USE FOR YOUR DESIGN,
MY BODY CAVED IN BY THE LINE.
KNOW THAT THIS IS FOR YOUR SPITE.
NOTHING DONE BUT SHINE A LIGHT.
I WILL NOT SEE YOU OVERTHROWN.
I BURN MYSELF TO KILL WHAT YOU OWN.