Besedila: Fuel. Sunburn. Jesus Or A Gun.

Walk away, i walk the wire
And my fields are burning in the flames
Feel my way, blind in the mire
Struggling from your voice inside my head

But now everything's trying to drag me down
But i'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun

Stripped away my last desire
Nothing comes and nothing's sent away
Happiness i couldn't hire
Struggling from these thoughts inside my head

All that's safer falls from my favor
When it over who will cry for me

It's safe to say i don't desire
Everything you push inside my head
And i'll reject it until i'm dead