This ain’t a guilty plea—this ain’t a joke
This is a chance for me to breathe as I adjust my rope
Go feed Your company, Your bread and fish
‘Cause in the end Your silence is my only wish
I wanted to feel
I wanted to play with fire and not get burnt
So fan the flame, fan the flame
And make me a liar
So I can believe
Go choose a tree and I’ll pick mine
In three days we’ll see who comes out alive
A penny for your thoughts—how about a kiss
For thirty silverbacks I’ll watch You dangle from Your wrists
I wanted to feel
I wanted to play with fire and not get burnt
So fan the flame, fan the flame
And make me a liar
So I can believe