Stoke The Fire
-+---+---+---+- -+---+---+---+- π₯πππππ πππ π ππππ₯ π₯ππ₯ -+---+---+---+- -+---+---+---+- You hate the smell of me, smoke rolls off my clothes. I'm soaked in gasoline, I burn like withered oak. Boots don't leave these feet, until I get what I am owed. My soul is never free, baby, that's just how it goes. The way you look at me, I can't imagine why. You'd want my company or feed my appetite. Don't waste your energy, won't catch me standing by. My selfish tendencies won't leave you satisfied. Hell freeze over when I'm gone! But the spot hot when I make it home! So hard headed, Ima die alone! No bright light, except fire and brimstone! (x2) Yeah, that's right! Make a fire with my bones! Light up the night! Stoke the fire, lets toast! Don't trust a word I say, the ones before you don't. I was born to blaze and take your heart of gold. Write "Bastard" on my grave, neglect the mold n let it grow. For all I know is pain, the ember always glows. The more you try to love me, the more I can't comply. I'm always self combusting, light the match I have to die. Don't try and save me from my destructive sacrifice. Cuz girl I'll drag you with me if you think your down to ride. Hell freeze over when I'm gone! But the spot hot when I make it home! So hard headed, Ima die alone! No bright light, except fire and brimstone! (x2) Yeah, that's right! Make a fire with my bones! Light up the night! Stoke the fire, lets toast! π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ππ₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯ Hell freeze over when I'm gone! But the spot hot when I make it home! So hard headed, Ima die alone! No bright light, except fire and brimstone! (x2) Yeah, that's right! Make a fire with my bones! Light up the night! Stoke the fire, lets toast! π₯ -+---+---+---+- -+---+---+---+- Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoyed! Music is Life, Live Free. Β© 2 0 2 5 The Weeping Reaper All rights reserved
