Incinerator

Incinerator, what have you done this time? I heard the air raid siren go off To settle attraction, you like to subdivide Don't you want shelter from your desire? A place to hide Incinerator, this is not about s*x It's about a personal scent You like to watch me and I like to disappear Electrical contact, a broken Ta*s of the Stratosphere Incinerator, go on and go right through me Have your search and tell me what you find That I'm made of fire and you'll never get to me I don't have your number, 'cause I can't count to eternity Incinerator