Tonight I lie in the briar patch.
Covered in briars.
Surrounded by mother fuckin liars.
I'm just waiting for one to toss the match.
Burn Burn light the match.
We all have Karma to catch.
Soaked in gas.
Burn Burn light the match.
My fiery stage in the briar patch.
Anxiety turns to rage.
I should be locked up in a cage.
I never have been known to be weak.
I ain't the type to turn the other cheek.
I'll burn the mother fuckin stage as you preach.
Burn Burn light the match.
We all have Karma to catch.
Soaked in gas.
Burn Burn light the match.
My fiery stage in the briar patch.
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