We're gonna fade into the black
When rusty knives fall from their backs
And one more fire melting blaze
Lonely eyes look at my face

Wanna be on fire
Like a wheel up high
Wanna be a ghost
Up in the sky, the sky

Won't be no pony in our way
No bony bloody hands of fate
Won’t be no mountains of day
Oppressing spiders of decay

Wanna be on fire
Wanna be on trial
Wanna be a ghost
Up in the sky, the sky, the sky