Light my fuse Hay in a stack of needles Is there nothing more to come Always out for the least evil Why move on Nothing good to come Cut and dried, something always doesn't feel right Nothing's certain but that pair of vicious eyes Played off against each other Begrudge anyone, everybody But I guess that's what it is Fan my fear, light my fuse Keep the engine running that's all there is to do Fan my fear, our future impends Nothing more to come this is our dead end But I guess this is what it is Light my fuse Hay in a stack of needles Is there nothing more to come Always out for the least evil Time's up you struck our names of that list And I don't know if hell exists But there's a burning smell in the air So I'm sure you'll burn somewhere