i'm sitting on fire chair find me and put down skulls is everywhere hunter is running around give me a heatbeat give me bones and knife voice and headache exchange for second life i was born underground
we're lying on fire bed "white horse" in our blood land turns into a red victims of god i'm knocking on every door walking on the knife leaving a good-looking corpse exchange for second life i was born underground
we're hiding in fire box all or nothing at all noise of falling rocks always breaks the wall you're my piece of meat strong enough and wild so give me a heartbeat let it burn inside