Flamethrower

There was never a plan b, man, see the basket carries all eggs

But clotheslines could never carry heavy weight with small pegs

All enveloping, unforgettable rage, searing

Holding onto things at an unacceptable age, see

Look, freedom is not free

Along with all my time and energy it has cost me

If anything got me- it be the great expression of the self

And staring into the fire I see all that I could not be

Burning mouth, I'm as vitriolic as an oil drum

Speaking out, I ignite a firestorm with oil tongue

I'm sparking up the blaze before a match was struck or drawn

And I've burnt it to the ground so now everything's fucking gone

Burning bridges quietly; I'm silent in my mourning

I said to stay away, this is your final fucking warning

Letting out my fury I'm staying known as the asshole

While everything I look at turns to raging shades of charcoal

Seeing red, everything I touch begins to melt away

The colours of the ashes representing how I felt today

Embers in my hands, in my chest, in my breath

And I'll burn it all with fire, Ellen Ripley with the

Seeing red, everything I touch begins to melt away

The colours of the ashes representing how I felt today

Fire in my hands, in my chest, in my breath

And I'll burn it all until the game's over, Flamethrower

Yeah, Flamethrower

(Embers in my hands, in my chest, in my breath

And I'll burn it all with fire, Ellen Ripley with the)

Flamethrower

(Burning, burning, I am vitriolic with an oil tongue)

Flamethrower

Fire in my chest, in my hands, in my breath

And I'll burn it all until the game's over

Flamethrower