Strike a match, it's lit
Sulfur on a stick
When it's struck a fire can arise, or do the opposite
And when it's gone, a scent will linger on
Just because it didn't work, it doesn't mean the fire's wrong
It's inevitable
Nobody folds aces, and no one takes a swing to strike out
You don't know poison until a serpent can open its mouth
Memories transforming into kidney stones you cannot piss out
And now i pray a f*cking miracle's as easy as a horse you can mount
I steer the wheels of my fear into garbage and darkness
I'm nobody's idiot, i know water's wet
Light me up and split, if i'm the fire, you're the arsonist
If flies always obey decay, consider me a carcass
Lay eggs in my sores, and feed upon gore
Mutate my allure into all that repulses
Easier to quit shit, not f*ck up and fix it
Release the burden, orphan misfortune
I steer the wheels of my fear into garbage and darkness
I'm my own imposter
Gutted by the same hook of how i caught ya
Here's what's gonna happen
I can kick rocks or adjust and i'll kick off the rust
Enough disgust, i'm full, sick, and nauseous
Anyone can crash, but the bastards get up
Give up on the dream, i'm disease more than i'm a victim
Once shit's f*cked the match is struck, the oyster's shucked, the pig is stuck
You can trust guts till a stomach can bust
Anyone can crash, but the bastards get up