Burn Out

I'm a burn out

Right down the filter

Ashes and embers are all that remain

Of a good man

Right down to the letter

That never would settle when it all sounds the same

Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite

Still hypnotized by fire

Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight

'Cause I'm the last of my kind

I had no choice

It's the blood runnin' through me

Since the day I was born I've had something to prove

I made a big noise

Then faded to silence

'Til all that was left were the nails and the screws

Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite

Still hypnotized by fire

Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight

'Cause I'm the last of my kind

Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite

Still hypnotized by fire

Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight

'Cause I'm the last of my kind

I'm a burn out

I'm down to the filter

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust