Cold Fire

I never really needed to look like the people
And I never really wanted to exist
Nor be a suicidal wreck
Until I played with fire

I bit fire and fire bit me back
Bit me back cold and silver
Fire doesn’t stop biting until it’s made a scar
And then some
So I had to kill her

Call it homicide
Cause I’m not killing myself

I’m killing the girl with the magazine heart
Found on international newsstands
I’m killing the girl with the coffee bean eyes
Ground until liquid

I’m killing the girl who plays with the cold, silver fire
But I won’t kill her scars
No, won’t kill her scars