Down In Flames (C33)
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove

Seven years of bad luck
Shattered on the cell block floor
Another kick from karma
Just to prove that she’s a whore
And if I needed one more sign
I guess that was it

Gotta make it new
Gotta make it shine
Gotta make a clean break
Gotta make it riddle
Gotta make it rhyme
Gotta make the night ache
And if I’m goin’ down in flames
Gonna hit the ground running

Stone walls do not a prison make
But they sure lay a trap
And if forty thieves all know the way in
Then who holds the map?
I’ve got to dig straight through
There ain’t no goin’ round

Gotta make it loose
Gotta make it fast
Gotta make the time fly
Gotta make it golden
Gotta make it last
Gotta make the goodbye
And if I’m goin’ down in flames
Gonna hit the ground running

All men kill the things they love
But to be fair
Some things are meant to sacrifice
We all bury our share

Gotta make it hungry
Gotta make it crawl
Gotta do it my way
Gotta make it riot
Gotta clear the wall
Gotta make my great escape
And if I’m goin’ down in flames
Gonna hit the ground running