Gasoline

Can't make sense
Of certain things inside my head
See the spark
It turns me on
And pulls apart
Staring at the TV screen
The static touches me
Something dripping down my neck
A sense of being free

Now I found myself a loaded gun
I'm asking everyone for
Gasoline
Make me clean
With gasoline
Comfort me
With gasoline

Change my mind
The devil's standing by my side
Trust in me
That I will burn with apathy
Cremate me without a name
A faded memory
Feeling weightless in the air
Is my desired dream

Now I found myself a loaded gun
I'm asking everyone for
Gasoline
Make me clean
With gasoline
Comfort me
With gasoline
Gasoline

See, I don't mind the smoke sometimes
Fill my lungs
And melt my silver tongue
Now I'm handing you this loaded gun
Go ask everyone for
Gasoline
Make me clean
With gasoline
Comfort me
With gasoline