 When your words sting, I want to fight or take flight
But I can't resist the truth the moth to the light
Your flame spitting tongue sets my wings on fire
I come crashing and burning
Do I make you pay for this hell you raise
Or thank you for your precious gifts and sing your praise
As we jump into the crucible of love's refining blaze
I'm growing, I'm dying
Chorus
Crashing and burning, growing and dying,
crashing and burning, growing and dying to be born.
When we melt down our love flows so deep
I want to run forever in this river of heat
Then I feel the cold edges of my mortality
Hmmm oh
This ice cold fear an altar to an ancient grief
But I won't kneel to you this time my phallic priest
I'll strip your robes
Thaw and draw the essence of you back into me
I'm growing, I'm dying
Chorus
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