Kerosene - Crystal Castles

Light of God dimming weak

Nothing’s wrong go back to sleep

Lost the will at infancy

Drown them in charity

Lend them comfort for sorrow

Enthusiasm they borrow

I can clean impurity

Wash away with kerosene

Can’t offend my modesty

Thank you for defiling me Language pure as binary

Instruct with dishonesty

In nature there’s no tragedy

Bandage them in tapestry

Trade comfort for identity

Drown me in kerosene

Kerosene

I’ll protect you from

All the things I’ve seen

And I’ll clean your wounds

Rinse them with saline

Kerosene