Breathe On It

Breathe on it

God comes from the light of fire

When I get a hold of it

I can breathe alright

Breathe on it

His words do calm my mind

I lose my whole honor

So I can breathe on fire

I may be damaged by the rod

And damned in the light

Sit with all the wicked

Untamed by holy rites

The gasp for air is ashes

But we're breathing for life

Being best friends with all the witches

And slaves to our skinny thighs

Breathe on it

God breathes a mighty storm

I can teach a whole wet army

To breathe on fire

And when I breathe on it

I feel washed and alive

The smell of soot is honor

As I breathe on fire

In the bowels of hell

We will be known for our tongues

Set apart from all the wicked

Under his coat, on our own

We may feel gifted as we blow

Producing flames every night

Feeling warm under the covers

Is the air for our lungs

As I breathe on it

I know I've caught the bug

God teaches whole armies

To breathe on fire

And as I breathe on it

I know I've caught the bug

I can teach a whole army

To breathe alright