Make me out to be what you need Break the will and burn the deed Gleam with pride and take up the lead Because you suffer we must bleed Strike the match and feed it to me Burned right through for you to see Sell me life with no guarantees With nothing to lose we are free No need to fight There is no prize You crave the night It's in your eyes They've got a stranglehold on everything we see Take a seat and order up what you are to be
Burned Right Through Lyrics by A Protest Against Futility | Lyricster