You called the flamethrower
To see if she could have known
That you'd be wanting to fake your own death again
Wanting to burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
The desert sun awaits
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Leaving only charred remains
You called the flamethrower
Lost in the afterglow
Rising from a ghost town
And its undertow
Continues after the ad
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
The desert sun awaits
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Leaving only charred remains
'Cause something new is born
Amid the wreckage and the rain
Something new is born
Amid the wreckage and the rain
Flamethrower
Flamethrower
Flamethrower