Born of dust and stone
Dead hearts, roaming a dying home
Life leaves us all, white bones

Upon the shorts of time
We are but sparks in a darkened world
And yet some things were born to burn


The napalm in your eyes
Is all my cold heart needs

If you bring the matches
I'll bring the gasoline
I'm the same bad news as you

You're the same kind of $#&@ed as me
I'm the same bad news as you
You're the same, you're the same as me