Rules of the game
Have gone and changed
Snapped
Something snapped
Tall kings, flesh dreams
Death's tune, high noon
Wild talk
Wild talk
The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene
Banjo, low quest
Angel cut with your mouth shut
Can't take
Any more of this
Dictator face on a postage stamp
Car bomb, expressway ramp
The road is torched
Already torched
The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene
Let's it crash just where it will
Then we'll see there's nothing here
What happens then?
What happens then?
Rest in peace before a disaster
Written on your cocktail napkin
Bless the beasts
And a blow torch
The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene
The flame I breathe
The flame I breathe
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
Acetylene
