Jagged Teeth

You lurk in the recesses of vulnerable minds

Kindling insecurity, have you got a light?

And I stoke the flame that fuels the fire, fuel the fire, I like to: -!-! play with fire…

You’ve scorched the earth, make visionaries blind 

And I’ve got no energy to resist you tonight when you ignite

You’ve got a serrated smile, sharp jagged teeth

Like a yawning deathtrap always ready to spring

Hey put the kettle on, you’re precisely my cup of tea

And as the flames rise, the smoke is smothering

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Now that we’ve torched the house, there’s nowhere left to flee

There is no safety anywhere, as the inferno recedes 

I have to go and fan the flame that fuels the fire, all because I love to play with fire

Go up in billows of smoke, burn out in a glorious blaze

And I’ve got no energy to expel the anxious glaze in those eyes.

And you don’t change

Because I don’t try

I’d rather burn it down 

Than have to look you in the eye

You feed the fear that sets the brush alight

You make me doubt myself, I have no will to fight

You’ve got a serrated smile, sharp jagged teeth

Like a yawning deathtrap always ready to spring

Hey put the kettle on, you’re precisely my cup of tea

And as the flames rise, the smoke is smothering

There ain’t no fire escape, I like the misery 

Let it devour me alive — I don’t need saving

Lure me with your serrated smile, I’ve got nowhere else to be

If you’re the arsonist, I’ve got some gasoline.