Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

So far away we wait for the day For the light source so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and flames we carry on On a cold winter of morning In the time before the light In flames of death's eternal

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

Death march! I insult the hypocrisy and Light your fire with your pain I give into the ecstasy But the cold dark remains I control my own destiny and I won't suffer in vain My enemy will not be the end of me

Seems that I'm the only one too blind to see The fire inside me, like lightning All my life is lighting up in front of me All this time I thought that I was running to the sun Trying to get out all my light All my light Like lightning Looking for a girl

Leather rebel Hero of the night Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I crash and blaze

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

This city never looked so good Street lights on fire Couldn't get much higher This city never looked so good the way it's lookin' so good on you yeah Ohh, singin' ohh This city never looked so good the way it's lookin' so good on you Your hands in my

I'm beginning to see the light I never cared much for moonlit skies I never wink back at fireflies But now that the stars are in your eyes I never went in for afterglow Or candlelight on the mistletoe But now when you turn the lamp down low Used to