Incinerator, what have you done this time?
I heard the air raid siren go off
To settle attraction, you like to subdivide
Don't you want shelter from your desire
A place to hide
Incinerator, this is not about sex
It's about a personal slant
You like to watch me, and I like to disappear
Electrical contact
Our blik entices the stratosphere
Incinerator, go on and go right through me
Have your search
And tell me what you've found
That I'm made of fire
And your flame won't get to me
I don't have your number
'Cause I can't count to eternity
Incinerator
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