Search results for 'singeing'

Carcinogen
Fire singeing the skin
Carcinogen
Fire singeing the skin

Disarray 
In flame
Display
Of the pain 
The prey
Complain
And reclaim
The street

eyes
And watch the burning

That's the frequency increase
Singeing your neurons
Until DNA dissolves
Into caterpillar soup
And recombines as a butterfly

I Made the Bigg Times Now

Larry the Cable Guy

Lord, I Apologize

2001

"You're singeing my beard! 
You're singeing my beard!" 
You know? 
I tell you what, I was madder than a skinhead watching The Jeffersons, I tell you what.

Fire’s getting hotter

Roaring, blazing, sizzling, smoking
Roaring, blazing, singeing, choking
Roaring, blazing, sizzling, smoking
Roaring, blazing,

I'm so distant yet seen from the void you dwell in
The one you scorn the repudiating the human being I am
I declare

(We're) singeing our souls,

on

All I'm seeing all I'm feeling
Contradiction constant fearing
Now I'm winning or
Am I sinning
Forever singeing
New beginnings
But I keep moving on
I

feet
	While I dance for eternity

Dressed in a grass skirt
	Hair left loose
	Spinning round & round
	My rhythm singeing me, burning me
	I listen
	Listen

shock
Those slogans told a lot he
Flows until he dozes off
And critics feel the heat of singeing
Mics and know it's sorta hot
Vocals loaded up his flow

Carbonized Eyesockets

Carcass

Reek of Putrefaction

The pungent aroma of hot, bubbling, molten gristle
Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle.
As the cornea is

Luck's Up

Public Image Ltd.

Plastic Box [UK]

1999

in its place
You wear your luck now all over your face
Still singeing like an old fire place

Luck's up, tuff stuff
Your luck's up, tuff luck

So yet

Torched

Front Line Assembly

Implode

1999

fire

Lurking shadows
Become dissolved
Pyro fixation
Burns them all
Singeing hair
Smells like you care
Be glad that
You're not there

You

brawler
Is hotter than lit parliament
Singeing your fucking arm
In the parking lot of a Target, I'm targeted
Piss harboring
Heart dark as that thick parka
I

Bittersweet

Fuel

Sunburn

1998

the skin
Held up to the flame 'till singeing
skin begins to draw and tuck
Never told there's a chance to win

What couldn't be, wouldn't be now

flame that been doused In gasoline
Continues burning and growing and singeing everything
My inner demons been screaming they wanna be set free
This life

No comparisons one of one, my own league
See my heritage keep me running at Godspeed

I got Helios Heeleys on my feet
Skid markings when singeing

burning my skin now
And its singeing off my bones, and its left me here
To feel the cold (to feel the cold!)

Im not open to being strong for the likes

the medbay
To submit a scan, and you know that takes all day
But who you should be looking at is Kadesh
He had a sword, that would be perfect for singeing

The cosmos needs you glistening.
Needs you on your knees and always listening.
I kiss the fist and raise it to the air,
The heat of cliché singeing all

solace with most people
Their talk and their words make things so lethal
But beating me up are all those feelings of singeing my looks and all that

smell
Of singeing hair

and glowing and sewing it
Fire and flame and torching it
Burning and singeing and scorching it
Ashes and cinders, please don't get caught in it
I'm sorting it

Few distractions
Make me stumble by day
Now causing aches
Like peppery flakes
Scattered thoughts keep singeing
A brain that is cringing
And stays wide

bringing me to the top of our hopeless dreams
Careful that fire it’s singeing our wings
Free falling to our hell with ice in our veins
Dead in a world no

A cursed sun burns its way through me, singeing through my bones and sinews
Tension crushes breath draws still, images and passages rob me of sight