The Sources Of Ignition - Squealer

You’re spitting fire

you’re spreading glowing

hate

Your rage is boiling

so hot I can’t resist

From deep within like an ancient magma

stream

It’s just unquenchable no cooling from this

heat

Cool down before it’s too late

Maybe there’s no turning back

Keep away

Do never play with fire

Keep away

From the sources of ignition

You’ve always been hot you never run away

Like a volcano lidsed by a giant rock

They call you hothead just unpredicable

You stand in flanes again but who’s the

arsonist

Cool down before it’s too late

Maybe there’s no turning back

Keep away

Do never play with fire

Keep away

From the sources of ignition

Lit by hate — boiling rage

Keep away

Do never play with fire

Keep away

From the sources of ignition