Lyrics
I dream of arson,
Freedom baby
This english tongue has gone sour
You dream of your son
Holding hands with another man
Then you wake up to take your last shower
You dress me in his clothes
And when I turn down a rose
You start to explode
This is the road less traveled with more gravel
But my knees ain’t that scraped up yet
And when I get to the end of the road
I’m sure that I’ll be sold on this life that I have chose
Burn baby burn,
I’ll see u in hell