Cubanate - Oxyacetylene II

You move into my line of fire Move into my line of fire I need to know, I need to see you Move into my line of fire I'm gonna break you I'm gonna make you pay I'm gonna break you I'm gonna make your beauty On my skin Like oxyacetylene Steel yourself for me The weather's cold, the news is grim I'm under pressure, I won't give in There's blood on the windows and ice on the sheets You better steel yourself Give in I'm gonna break you I'm gonna make you pay I'm gonna break you I'm gonna make your beauty On my skin Like oxyacetylene Steel yourself for me Your little hands reaching high Your little hands reach for the sky I'm gonna break you I'm gonna make you pay I'm gonna break your beauty On my skin Like oxyacetylene Give in