High on Fire

I got lost in a plastic bag
All caught up in the ways of the world
Suffocating me, body and soul

The sweet pleasure and pain
Running like stone through my dusty veins
Nothing to lose now it's cold outside
And you're high on fire

You can't remember it at all
You know it doesn't really matter at all
When you're living on the streets of flame
And you are high on fire

Live with your head in a goldfish bowl
All your delusions, illusions of the world
Doesn't matter, doesn't change a thing
When the fire burns your soul

It's such a bittersweet pleasure and pain
Running though my dirty veins
And the blood has left, living outside
And you are high on fire

All washed up in this masquerade
The camera moving but you can't see my face
The fire's blazing
Burning in disgrace

Such a sweet tempter, pleasure and pain
Blood stained rubble tearing through my veins
And it's so damn cold outside
When you are high on fire
When you are high on fire
Burning your soul