Oxyacetylene - Cubanate

you move into my line of fire

move into my line of fire

I need to know

I need to see you

move into my line of fire

I’m gonna break you

I’m gonna make you pay

I’m gonna break you

I’m gonna make your beauty

on my skin like oxyacetylene

steel yourself for me the weathers cold the news is grim

I’m under pressure

I won’t give in there’s blood on the windows

and ice on the sheets

you better steel yourself give in

I’m gonna break you

I’m gonna make you pay

I’m gonna break you

I’m gonna make your beauty

on my skin like oxyacetylene

steel yourself for me your little hands reaching high

your little hands reach for the sky

I’m gonna break you

I’m gonna make you pay

I’m gonna break you

I’m gonna make your beauty

on my skin like oxyacetylene

give in