face to the furnace, tears up in flames
i was the fodder, were you not entertained?
you heard it cracking, did you laugh at that sound?
fire is fuel when you're the hound
i've taken orders and i've contravened
i've saved the day, and i’ve fled the scene
i could care less about castles and crowns
power is pointless when you're the hound
just allow me to touch upon
the fact my knee was never bent
i used to have a nose for blood
but now it's gone i must have lost that scent
it's a wonder i've seen love at all
it must have been by accident
i've taken prisoners and i've been behind bars
i figure salvation is not without scars
face to the furnace, nose to the ground
fire is freedom when you're the hound
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