Double the fire in my mouth, grabbing, catching
While sparks doorway they appear and disappear
Oh iish, doubling quiet lake, drilling and fighting
Double the fire in my mouth, grabbing and catching
My head is a head of heavy bags little did I know
While sparks doorway they appear and disappear
Oh iish, trembling the tremor I got to go and reappear
Salting this canines in my mouth, touching and rubbing
Double the fire in my mouth, grabbing, catching
As my heart receives the stranger beneath bread and blade
Oh iish, the cutting stream in huge reversal little did I know
Salting this canines in my mouth, touching and rubbing
While sparks doorway they appear and disappear
Will I not stretch the Streicher, swing and wink
Oh iish, the driller sound comes and goes fillings
Doubling the fire in my mouth, grabbing, catching
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