Make It Burn - Jill Tracy

What’s the fascination with the flame?

I can sense something getting hotter again.

They call it an obsession.

Orange, yellow, and blue.

A little dose of friction another nights work is through.

Make it burn.

Make it burn.

Let the fire ignite your mind.

Just a slight indulgence is a crime.

I know you got your methods to illuminate the sky.

A little dose of friction takes you up so high.

Can’t quench your desire?

A little passion for fire.

Can’t quench your desire?

A little passion, little passion to make it burn.

Make it burn.

An incandescent funeral pyre.

Pyrotechnically inspired.

They call it a fixation.

Keep the matchbook closed.

Little fix of friction.

Combustion overdose.

Can’t quench your desire?

A little passion for fire.

Can’t quench your desire?

A little passion for fire.

Can’t quench your desire?

A little passion for fire.

Can’t quench your desire?

A little passion, little passion to make it burn.

Make it burn.

Make it burn.

Make it burn.

Da, da, da…