Fire At Your Fingertips Lyrics

Never travel through the woods at night

There the fairies wait to take a life

Razor sharp blades and needles alike

They'll open up your neck without a fight

Only fools dare to step inside

Late at night none survive

I see it happen all the time

These poor fools with simple minds

I know a poor soul who lost an eye

Stabbed right out lucky he survived

Those little creatures may be small

But the bigger you are the harder you fall

When they slice right through your ankle

They know all the angles

Leave your body mangled

Should have never tangled

You could have had the fire at your fingertips

Instead you chose the flames at the end of sticks

Now your on the ground and your throat is slit

Coughing up your blood like you're sick of it

A small group of fools had met this mage

He told them he could light their way

With the snap of his fingers there was a flame

They laughed in his face and mocked his ways

time running out now no other paths

Only way is through the woods no one likes that

One by one they light their torches

Hoping if a fairy comes they will scorch it

Sun's gone down

Woods more dark

Fires going out

No more spark

Heart rate

Increasing

No way

Now pleading

A ball of light flies past their vision

They all swing but they keep missin

One torch snuffed they cry out

They all know they die now

You could have had the fire at your fingertips

Instead you chose the flames at the end of sticks

Now your on the ground and your throat is slit

Coughing up your blood like you're sick of it

A gurgling sound is heard from behind

They all look to a horrid sight

One of their neck's been slit right open

They gasp for air but just keep chokin

Suddenly silenced by a needle to the brain

Right through the eye now no more pain

The next one got cut right through the veins

Both wrists useless pouring red rain

I don't wanna die they cry they plead

The last one alive got on their knees

Begging for life hoping they'll be free

But on this night there was no mercy

Why didn't they listen?

Not knowing what they're missing

They could have had the fire at their fingertips

Instead they chose the flames at the end of sticks

Now they're on the ground and their throats are slit

Coughing up their blood like they're sick of it