Fighting Food With Fire
Go eat your white bread like the peasant that you are
Savor every cold, pathetic bite
I need my breakfasts by the flames of the dragon's mouth
Embers on every piece in sight
The flames are high
And my plate [?]
Oh, every spark I felt
Don't burn the bread
For too long
You mustn't do it wrong
I'm fighting through the fire
I'm fighting through the fire
You can lie down, but I'll bite back
I'm fighting through the fire
I'm fighting through the fire
You can lie down, but I'll bite back