Candles. Candles. Candles…
This little man is too hot to handle.
Set the funeral on fire with the candles.
Candles.
Candles.
Praying to the gods at the top of a mountain.
You'd be better throwing all your pennies in a fountain.
Candles.
Candles.
Your business is my business.
Don't ask for forgiveness.
Because time is a vessel and our little boat is leaking.
Candles. Candles. Candles…
This little man is too hot to handle.
Set the funeral on fire with the candles.
Candles.
Candles.
I know your hands are up but I really can't stop.
The sword is sharp so I wanna chop, chop, chop, chop.
Candles.
Candles.
Luck here matters when walking under ladders.
Because time is an arrow and our little bow has no strings.
This little man is too hot to handle.
Set the funeral on fire with the candles.
Candles.
Candles.
My little heart is cold as a morgue.
Let the weight of it drop like an iceberg.
Candles.
Candles.