Acetylene

Rules of the game

Have gone and changed

Snapped!

Somethin' snapped!

Dog kings

flesh dreams

Death's tune

high noon

Wild talk, wild talk

The flame I breathe

flame I breathe

Acetylene!

Ventriloquist

earned your cut

with your mouth shut

can't take

More of this

Dictator face

On a postage stamp

Car bomb

expressway ramp

The road is torched

Already torched

Let it all crash

Just where it will

Then we'll see

that nothin's here

But what happens then?

What happens then?

recipes

for disaster

written on your cocktail napkin

Bless the beasts!

and the blowtorch