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Chants around a fire
Whipping yellow flames
Feed on savage desire
My blistered soul fights
Churning a bloody mire
And my razor blade cries
Cut me out as a liar
And all the while
We throw wood on the fire
With all the bottled greed of America
I couldn’t find a buyer
But who on earth could understand
The stripping nature of such a fire
Where once stood an Angel
Now lies a pyre
OUR BURNING ANGEL
Stoked Enmity
Chants around a fire
Whipping yellow flames
Feed on savage desire
My blistered soul fights
Churning a bloody mire
And my razor blade cries
Cut me out as a liar
And all the while
We throw wood on the fire
With all the bottled greed of America
I couldn’t find a buyer
But who on earth could understand
The stripping nature of such a fire
Where once stood an Angel
Now lies a pyre