Melt

Drink fire

Well, the sun hung real low

And the heat dissed on our beds

And the sky was closing in

And the stars were screaming mad

To melt, to melt, to melt, to melt

Power blinds its own information

And power sows thee on its back

I feel the heat, separation

Long, low fist closing in, fight back

To melt, to melt, to melt

Melt, to melt, whoa

Well, the sun hung real low

And the heat dissed on our beds

Power blinds its own information

And power sows thee on its back

To melt, to melt, to melt, to melt

To melt, to melt, to melt

Melt, to melt, whoa