Afterburner
A secret can be worse than a lie
And you use this tactic well
Pleasure at the expense of others
A strategy in your game
Never tired until you're exhausted
Never miss until you've lost it
Never know until it's too late
It's too late
Out of the frying pan
Into the fire you go
Your rivers have run dry
What will save you now?
And in a body so cold
Somewhere, somehow
A warm heart unwrinkles
Becoming undone
Then it's stolen