I'm in a mess, I can't take all this stress
All the violence and death that I cause. I confess

I just want to burn it all

Little ants running around all annoyed
When their toys are destroyed. All those tiny ant boys

I just want to burn them all

I can't feel anything, I just taste oxygen
And the fire's all I have to look forward to
Just exit wounds and agony, asbestos and sepsis and atrophy and
Scar tissue

I'd act my age if I knew what it was
Now my face is in place, but who knows if it's changed?

I just want to burn it all

And all of my friends are flammable men
I would ask them if I thought that they'd understand

Why I burn it all

I can't feel anything, I just taste rubber and oxygen
And the warmth of the fire's all I have to look forward to
The screams and the silence, then
After they're burned they get up again
And sometimes I forget my true friends
Don't even know that I'm human
With scar tissue
(I'm in a mess, I can't take all this stress
All the violence and death that I cause. I confess)

(And all of my friends are flammable men
I would ask them if I thought that they'd understand

Why I burn it all, It all)

With my
Scar tissue
Scar tissue
Scar tissue
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