[Intro] [Verse 1] They line up Shoelaces dragging in the ash Sunday best Still smelling like the past Teeth bright As they bite into the match Saying “This time This time it’ll finally last” [Chorus] Moths to the fire So simple a desire Everyone’s eager To join the immolation Hands in the smoke Laugh as they choke Smiling in line For their own incineration [Break] [Verse 2] They call it A shortcut straight through the dark Cheap crown If you’re willing to be the spark Eyes wide On a staircase made of char Posting pictures As they disappear into the tar [Chorus] Moths to the fire So simple a desire Everyone’s eager To join the immolation Hands in the smoke Laugh as they choke Smiling in line For their own incineration [Bridge] Who struck the match? Who drew the map? Who sold us tickets To the bottom of the trap? You watch them dance You watch them pray You watch them beg To burn the fear away (away) [Solo] [Chorus] Moths to the fire So simple a desire Everyone’s eager To join the immolation Hands in the smoke Laugh as they choke Smiling in line For their own incineration [Outro] You see it now It's burning down Your hopes, your dreams Are now but embers It's too late now To turn back around Your life, your legacy To the fire, you surrender
