Light the Fuse - Michael Giacchino

Blinded, gagged and bound by confirmation On this premise, we iterate a lie Why will stay unasked They know, we know, it doesn't matter Barren hollow words, no information We're led to believe in self-applied deceit This trope of ignorance, disinformation Made to confuse, to light the shortened fuse Wading through the rubble of ideologies Cherry-picking madness to the gospel of suckers Sustenance for the greatest of ideas Life is a machine, it will cater to me Bow, serve, comply Bared teeth, the lesson is complete The stench of strange raw meat Draw acolytes to feast Rotting thoughts the treat So who came up with your ideas Before you spat them out like they were yours Play the pawn, knowing where hope lies Where it goes to die

Down at the court house they're ringing the flag down Long black line of cars snaking slow through town Red sheets snapping on the line With this ring will you be mine? The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right Trees on fire with the first fall's frost Long black line in front of Holy Cross Blood moon rising in a sky of black dust Tell me baby, who do you trust? The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right Tires on the highway hissing, somethings come You feel the wires in the treetop's humming Devil's on the horizon line Your kiss and I'm alive Quiet afternoon in the empty house On the edge of the bed you slip off your blouse The room is burning with the noon sun Your bittersweet taste on my tongue The fuse is burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right The fuse in burning Shut out the lights The fuse is burning Come on, let me do you right The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning The fuse is burning