Fire and Brimstone My words go off With frag grenades, A molotov cocktail In every phrase. Fuses lit and burning Towards the bomb, Anarchy's dumb But so much fun. Catch fire and go with it Burn the grass Under foot and don't Look back cause What's burned can't Be fixed and doesn't matter anymore. Move with it Flow with it In a heated dance And don't stop till You're ash and cinders and then, at the end Pause, rest and smile. Burned and out of breath