Fires - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I like starting fires

I like finding liars underwater, underwater

Should have checked me twice, had to roll the dice

Now I've gotcha, now I've gotcha

Baby its been years, sleep with garden shears

One eye open, one eye open

Paper cut to death, had to catch your breath

Heard you're hoping, heard you're hoping

Oh lord they come, (lord they come) lord they're coming for me

Oh lord they comе, (they come) lord they'rе coming for me

You like catching flies

You like weaving lies, you're the spider

Sucking in the sky, wriggling for life

Bind them tighter, bind them tighter

Baby its been years, [?] is ruthless here

Sick of waiting, sick of waiting

Paper cut to death, had to catch your breath

Heard you're fading, heard you're fading

Then I heard you say you're

Oh lord they come, (lord they come) lord they're coming for me

Oh lord they come, (they come) lord they're coming for me

And now its drowning in the water

Son or daughter, should have taught her

Maybe she'd know better than you

Saw me floating their, just slaughtered

With my eyes wide open and my mouth sewn shut

Cause you couldn't find the glue

Oh you've got nowhere left to go

You've got the monsters on your tail now

And you can not let it go, so help me

Oh lord they come, (lord they come) lord they're coming for me

Oh lord they come, (they come) lord they're coming for me

Yeah they're coming for ya