Love Is Doom, A Fistful of Napalm

Get away, I've got, got to get away
Your spit on my shoulder
Salt in my wounds form a magic field
Thelema Yantra

Fast like fire, Blood is running wild
Magic mama hexes a fever
Burns you inside, laughs as she rides
Love is Doom

Stay away, stay, stay the fuck away
Your flag is burning
Dance on the ashes and wail away
All power to me

Love away, I love, love you anyway
My will is spoken
Confusion fires upon your rage
My gun a totem

Fall away, I watch as they fall away
Their souls protect me
And with this freedom you give away
You won't accept me