A loaded gun can't shoot itself It's tucked away on a high, high shelf A burning question you ask yourself Is it me I'm shooting or somebody else? I've got these thoughts in the back of my mind Rendered harmless most of the time Sometimes they fiddle with the ties that bind Wondering what it's like across the line Desire, a wildfire waiting on a matchstick head A burning bed Desire, a time bomb ticking, hanging by a thread If it goes unchecked, it's alive wire Desire So what's the harm in a little wild life? I'm in control until I decide It's the attention that gets me high Waiting for a reason to justify Desire, a wildfire waiting on a matchstick head A burning bed Desire, a time bomb ticking, hanging by a thread If it goes unchecked, it's alive wire Desire It's a possession a ghost hunt The more I give it, the more it wants The way it whispers, the way it taunts What can I get away with once? Desire, a wildfire waiting on a matchstick head A burning bed Desire, a time bomb ticking, hanging by a thread If it goes unchecked, it's alive wire Desire Oh, it's alive wire Desire Desire