There's fire in my blood.
And I bleed ashes when it's too late
To clean up the flames.

There's fire in my blood,
Haven't you heard?
When I die,
You'll be haunted by the smell of smoke,
Not perfume.

There's fire in my blood,
And it makes me born again
Born again
Born again
And repeat.

There's fire in my blood,
And when you cut me open,
You'll see the smolder
Of embers,
That will burn through your flesh,
Because I'll get too close.

There's fire in my blood,
And it burns and burns away
My impurities,
Leaving me with thoughts of soot and clarity.

Didn't you hear
The news?
There's fire in my blood,
And my blood courses swift,
And I only burn what I touch.

You can't smoke me out,
The fire in my blood
Makes my throat sore
With all the black smog.

Touch me with cold hands,
Let me warm the ice in your veins,
Ignite the fire in your eyes.

I'll show you,
That fire is okay,
If you show me
That ice can be useful.

Let me melt away
The walls you so insist on having,
And I'll keep the flicker of my flames
On a low smolder.

There's fire in my blood,
And like an inferno I'll burn and never go out.
There's fire in my blood,
But hold me close,
I promise not to burn you.