Shallow lights glistening in the moonlight,
momma always said don't play with fire,
the burn will make you where you can't escape,
tied down by broken chains,
these are the days when you wish it would rain.
The fire burns your skin,
leaving its' mark of attack,
the only thing that can save you today,
is if it rains an unusual rain.
You are cold even though the fire roasts,
shivers make the burning worse,
don't move or you might be bonded to the flames forever,
you are the only one who holds the key.
The fire burns your skin,
leaving its' mark of attack,
the only thing that can save you today,
is if it rains an unusual rain.
Quite things creep around you,
you think to yourself it will all go away,
you are wrong, you are attached to it for life.
The fire burns your skin,
leaving its' mark of attack,
the only thing that can save you today,
is if it rains an unusual rain.
The fire burns your skin,
leaving its' mark of attack,
the only thing that can save you today,
is if it rains an unusual rain.

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