Re-iginite the fires I'm set to burn nThey stack the odds at every turn nSo drop another needle nGet your head a little clearernLipstick stains on your cocaine mirror nHold it innA bitter tastenSpit it outnYou've got to run while you can nRestraint thorwn to the wind nNever an escape for those who play this gamenSuffice to say If you sell your soul to the man in blacknThen surely you must know his name nOne more shotnOne more linenOne more fix and I'll be finenMy god, I've got a gun against my headnA rusted blade to file nDraws a bitter sting nFor failures tatse is far too plain Temptations just an alley length awaynYou'll kick a thousand times todaynHold it innA bitter tastenSpit it outnYou've got to run while you can nRestraint thrown to the wind nNever a chance you could win nAn epitaph of lust, excess nDreams turn to deathnA once wide-eyed starlet nBuried ghost white harlot nOne more shotnOne more linenOne more fix and Ill be finenMy God, I've got a gun against my headnWe are the peddlers of flesh nBuying dreams but selling deathnI'd like to watch it all burn downnIt's going to kill you nIt's going to kill menIn vanity we see how small we arenThe hand glides across the wall nBroken nails fit a broken dollnRope burns across he neck nRefection shattered as her fist went through itnThey like to criticize you nAsk for help?nThey'll deny you nJust once I'd liek to turn the tidenThe killer dwells inside menIt's begging to be set freenConcrete and steel won't hold me down