Squealer The Sources Of Ignition
You're spitting fire you're spreading glowing hate
Your rage is boiling so hot I can't resist
From deep within like an ancient magma stream
It's just unquenchable no cooling from this heat
Cool down before it's too late
Maybe there's no turning back
Keep away
Do never play with fire
Keep away
From the sources of ignition
You've always been hot you never run away
Like a volcano lidsed by a giant rock
They call you hothead just unpredicable
You stand in flanes again but who's the arsonist
Cool down before it's too late
Maybe there's no turning back
Keep away
Do never play with fire
Keep away
From the sources of ignition
Lit by hate – boiling rage
Keep away
Do never play with fire
Keep away
From the sources of ignition
