Burn Hell in its Own Flames Lyrics

Comfort me, open arms spread wide

Sagging pock marked skin stretched too tight

Melted marrow bone, stained yellow teeth

All faith runs dry because of me

Because of me

Filling red wine glasses and breaking bread

I look to the sky to see what Gods are left

Yet we bruise our knees

I will burn hell in its own flames

In its own flames

Everybody has a story and a scream

I don't know you from Eve I guess Adams not me

Make me want to bite the inside of my mouth

Spoon feed myself and no one else

And no one else

Filling red wine glasses and breaking bread

I look to the sky to see what Gods are left

Yet we bruise our knees

I will burn hell in its own flames

In its own flames

Filling red wine glasses and breaking bread

I look to the sky to see what Gods are left

Yet we bruise our knees

I will burn hell in its own flames

In its own flames