Im spitting on candles I'm spitting on fire. I'll man the handles, but they don't turn the tires.
In a wildfire. In a wildfire. In a wildfire. In a wildfire heey.
Ill spit in the haze now. Spit in the the street. I've been lost for days now. In my machine.
And time flies in god's eyes. In a wildfire. In a wildfire. In a wildfire
His fingers move a fiery red. They set root and the fire spreads.
Move slow. Wind blows. Black snow. In a wildfire heey.

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