Light my fuse
Hay in a stack of needles
Is there nothing more to come
Always out for the least evil
Why move on
Nothing good to come
Cut and dried, something always doesn't feel right
Nothing's certain but that pair of vicious eyes
Played off against each other
Begrudge anyone, everybody
But I guess that's what it is
Fan my fear, light my fuse
Keep the engine running that's all there is to do
Fan my fear, our future impends
Nothing more to come this is our dead end
But I guess this is what it is
Light my fuse
Hay in a stack of needles
Is there nothing more to come
Always out for the least evil
Time's up you struck our names of that list
And I don't know if hell exists
But there's a burning smell in the air
So I'm sure you'll burn somewhere