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Here they come with rigid brimstone fingertips
Ready to strike
Ready to ignite the night
With the gregarious, precarious gasoline can that is my insecure soul
Lit with a short fuse
A soft trigger
A cancer in the conscience growing bigger and bigger
My meringue morning skin so vulnerable and thin
Evaporates to leave behind the bones within
Incendiary
A creature of the night sensitive to sunlight
An ice sculpture man in blowtorch land
Ready to strike
Ready to ignite the night
With the gregarious, precarious gasoline can that is my insecure soul
Lit with a short fuse
A soft trigger
A cancer in the conscience growing bigger and bigger
My meringue morning skin so vulnerable and thin
Evaporates to leave behind the bones within
Incendiary
A creature of the night sensitive to sunlight
An ice sculpture man in blowtorch land
