MADE OF FIRE
Gary Spears, Jon Lundin
Everybody I knows in danger
Yeah they should turn and run
I'm like a loaded gun
Staring back at everyone
So you should keep your distance
Nobody's safe with me
I know how this could end
So save yourself the misery
My hands are made out of fire
And my touch
Can barely keep me alive
I destroy
Everyone that I love
Because I
Destroy everything I touch
Everything
That I touch
Turns into gold
But the weight
Pulls you down
To the bottom
I'm son of Midas
Son of the reaper
Come up for air then I drag you down deeper
Just read my lips I'm the kiss of death
Now I'm alone and there's nobody left
Cuz everything I touch turns into stone
I'm the type of toxic you should be running from
Made out of fire