| Bind myself to the pyre of hell
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| I gotta burn to become the fire itself
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| It’s suffocating my heart
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| Stifling every beautiful thing I have ever felt to be the same
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| So I lit a match, stepped back
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| And watched the wall of lies go up in flames
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| Ignite, be free
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| Ignite, be free
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| Bind myself to the pyre of hell
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| I gotta burn to become the fire itself
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| Brace for the weight of your soul
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| B the fire itself
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| Wild, free, and uncontrolld
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| Be the fire itself
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| Living in the bitter cold of security
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| Waiting for a spark
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| Desperately searching for a sign of life
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| Alone in the dark, the fire itself
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| Playing with fire
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| All of my love and all my anger
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| But in my heart
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| I’d rather die myself than live a stranger
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| Ignite, be free
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| Ignite, be free
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| Brace for the weight of your soul
|
| Be the fire itself
|
| Wild, free, and uncontrolled
|
| Be the fire itself
|
| Living in the bitter cold of security
|
| Waiting for a spark
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| Desperately searching for a sign of life
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| Alone in the dark, the fire itself
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| No more to stumble in shadows
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| No need to strain my eyes
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| Uncovered from myself now
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| No dark escapes the light
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| Bind myself to the pyre of hell
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| I gotta burn to become the fire itself
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| I am the fire itself
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| I am the fire itself |