They're dropping like flies, flying like knives
Cutting like words from sticky mouths
They're sliding like eyes, wiping their hands
Stroking the fear up your spine
Go. Go wide, go long
Torch everything
They're on the fence, ducks in a row
Cats bagged up ready to watch the show
With fuel on the fire it's anyone's call
Everyone's blind eye turned to deaf walls
Flames up the curtains, treacle down the windows
Smoke out the vermin, sticky their fingers
Saying your goodbyes
Sweet mouths on fire