Propane

Spit another chip into a sewed-up seam, not a failure fiend
I find my strings can still constrain me
Self-imposed peril you could stitch me sterile, fantasies gone feral
You'll find out now you can't contain me

There are things you can't survive
(It's novocaine into propane)
Even if you do not die
(It's novocaine into propane)
Fuel the fire that I need to burn
(It's novocaine into propane)
Turn the pain into your pleasure
(It's novocaine into propane)

Bustin' out the buttons of this collared number, you did not hear thunder
I'm coming’ at you like a cat five
Burstin’ through these bars while my mouths still young, letting loose my tongue
I let my licks put up the last fight

There are things you can't survive
It's novocaine into propane)
Even if you do not die
(It's novocaine into propane)
Fuel the fire that I need to burn
(It's novocaine into propane)
Turn the pain into your pleasure
(It's novocaine into propane)

There are things you can't survive
(It's novocaine into propane)
Even if you do not die
(It's novocaine into propane)
Fuel the fire that I need to burn
(It's novocaine into propane)
Turn the pain into your pleasure
(It's novocaine into propane)