Tilt Nuthin' From You Lyrics

Why did you invent the need
To die in my direction?
No point to this except for
That look of yours
Why did you invent the need
To die in my direction?
The slightest provocation
You're writhing in contortion

Raising each fallen comrade
High on the pyre
Victory cinders flying through the air

Why did I believe tonight
Would offer me an answer?
The times I choose are always inappropriate
Why did you want me to
See you die a little faster?
Desirable disaster
Desirable disaster Raising each fallen comrade
High on the pyre
Victory cinders flying through the air
To catch and rub our bodies black
Raising each fallen comrade
High on the pyre
Victory cinders flying through the air

I don't want nothin' from you
But maybe just enough for me

Raising each fallen comrade
High on the pyre
Victory cinders flying through the air
To catch and rub our bodies black
Raising each fallen comrade
High on the pyre
Victory cinders flying through the air