I've Got A Book Of Matches

I've Got A Can Of Kerosene

Involving You And Me

I Don't Blame You For Walking Away

I Touch Myself At Thoughts Of Flames

I Shat The Bed

I Laid There In It

Thinking Of You

Wide Awake For Days



And I Found You Tongue Tied

In My Twisted Little Brain

You Couldn't Crack A Smile

I Didn't Catch Your Name

T Don't Blame You For Walking Away

I'd Do The Same If I Saw Me

I Swear It's Not Contagious

In Four Short Steps We Can Erase This



Step One: Slit My Throat

Step Two: Play In My Blood

Step Three: Cover Me In Dirty Sheets And Come Laughing Out Of The House

Step Four: Stop Off At Edgebrook Creek And Rinse Your Crimson Hands

You Took Me Hostage And Made Your Demands

I Couldn't Meet Them So You Cut Off My Fingers

One By One



I'm Like A Broken Record

I've Got A Needle Scratching Me

It Injects The Posion Of Alcohol I.V.

I Don't Blame You For Walking Away

I'd Do The Same If I Saw Me

I Swear To God It's Not Contagious

Swear To God It's Not Contagious



Step One: Slit My Throat

Step Two: Play In My Blood

Step Three: Cover Me In Dirty Sheets And Come Laughing Out Of The House

Step Four: Stop At Lake Michigan And Rinse Your Crimson Hands

You Took Me Hostage And Made Your Demands

I Couldn't Meet Them So You Cut Off My Fingers

One By One



This Could Be Love (love For Fire)

This Could Be Love (love For Fire)

This Could Be Love (love For Fire)

For Fire Forever More



Step One: Slit My Throat

Step Two: Play In My Blood

Step Three: Cover Me In Dirty Sheets And Come Laughing Out Of The House

Step Four: Stop At Berkely Marina And Rinse Your Crimson Hands.

You Took Me Hostage And Made Your Demands

I Couldn't Meet Them So You Cut Off My Fingers

One By One