"Ashes"

I am a pain in you're ass
And I'm wondering how long it's gonna last
Be my mirror, be my friend,
Be the workhouse of the energy
I twist your arm to spin

Everyday, like a power station
آپ know it isn't good
I know you're burning too much wood
Oh, and آپ burn out
The twisted irony is
Your ashes come ہوم to me
Come ہوم to me

So we take a walk
To make some sense
And I'm wondering if آپ fancy my advance
I have pushed you
Way too far
And آپ say Fuck آپ little princess
Who the hell do آپ think آپ are?

Everyday, like a power station
آپ know it isn't good
آپ know you're burning too much wood
But I کہا if آپ burn out
The twisted irony is
Your ashes come ہوم to me
Come ہوم to me
Come ہوم to me

Yeah well your ashes come ہوم to me
Come ہوم to me
Come ہوم to me

آپ know well the circus gonna have آپ on a fucking mantelpiece
The mantelpiece
The mantelpiece