Drew their guns on a man on fire But they'll never put him out when his soul's gone higher All the ashes remain on the embassy steps He choked on the smoke with his last breath
Kerosene, the revelation Martyrdom, his meditation
The embers burn red From the bones of a man on a mission To change the condition Gettin' close to the edge I need a lighter from the Shell gas station For my demonstration Through the system That's enabled By indifference and betrayal Then resistance is on the table It's inevitable and it's fatal
Kerosene, the revelation (I need a lighter from the Shell gas station for my demonstration) Martyrdom, his meditation
Self-immolation! Self-immolation! Gas! Matchstick! Gas! Matchstick! His skin, it peels like plastic
