I'd let go of the steering wheel
i'd use my hands to shape the fire
if i could catch your eyes, and be your ally
rather than be just an animal trapped in your golden wire
If i'm against the heavens will
i'll sing for you in the hell's choir
we'll steal the holy grail
and spit its water
building a controversial empire

They can see through the crystals
the destruction that together we will bring
i'm just dancing with my torn dress
blooming as in spring
Front row seat to watch your coronation
i'll follow you down cause now you're my king
and we're sinners

I'd let go of the steering wheel
you'd step on the gas with the flat tire
they say that i'm a blank page
and i'm looking for a sadistic writer
I bring the gasoline and you provide the matches
you bring the cigarettes and i provide the lighter
it tastes better than a expensive wine
our names in the headlines
we are both survivors