Some words

[a_rebel_yell]

I can still taste the nicotine
On your yellow stained fingers
And remember the way the smoke lingered
the scent of the twisted sheets we laid between

That night was so dark
Our demons came out to play
No amount of praying
Would save us from the devils mark

We dipped ourselves in kerosene
And wrapped up in sateen
Dropped the match
And let the blaze catch

Begging for our souls to be saved
Begging our angels to help us be brave
Begging our demons to leave
Begging for relief