Sparks -

Born of dust and stone

Dead hearts, roaming a dying home

Life leaves us all

White bones upon the shores of time

We are but sparks in a darkened world

And yet some things were born to burn

The napalm in your eyes

Is all my cold heart needs

If you bring the matches…

I’ll bring the gasoline!

I’m the same bad news as you

You’re the same kind of «fucked» as me

I’m the same bad news as you

You’re the same, you’re the same as me!