You’re playing with fire, you’re playing with fire
You’re playing with a guitar strung with barbed wire
Your fingers are bleeding, you haven’t been eating
You no longer comprehend the words you are reading
The symbols slide off the page, lost without meaning
How does it taste? How does it taste?
Just like a kiss upon your face
Just like your memory erased
When the angels weep for our sins
When the bombs fall from Heaven like teardrops
Leaving blackened snow upon our rooftops
Into churches we are ushered in
We pray to God but hear his twin
How does it taste? How does it taste?
Just like a kiss upon your face
Just like your memory erased
The woman I adore will start a third world war
Leading us into the flames like a matador
As we embrace her, like a savior
She pits neighbor against neighbor
The stakes raise higher, like voices in a choir
The artist I admired is a charlatan, a liar
I’m playing with fire, I’m playing with fire
I’m playing with a heart caged in barbed wire
My fingers are bleeding, the moment is fleeting
But goes on forever while the scene keeps repeating
Dark angels are pleading, her heart no longer beating
Death calls her name from the book he’s been reading
Her symbol slides off the page, lost without meaning
How does it taste? How does it taste?
Just like a kiss upon your face
Just like your memory erased
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