Propane nightmares

Something's tearing me down and down And I can't but feel it's coming from you She's a gunshot bride, With a trigger cries I just wonder what we've gotten our selves into In a trail of fire I know we will be free again In the end we will be one In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me Set your sights for the sun Mind is willing, Soul remains This woman cannot be saved From the drawn into the fire Mind is willing, Soul remains This woman cannot be saved From the drawn into the fire Anything to bring it on home Bring it on home Bring it on home Bring it on home Much to weak to jump yourself Heal the wounds or crack the shell Lift yourself from once below Much to weak to jump yourself Heal the wounds or crack the shell Lift yourself from once below Praise the anger bring it on home Bring it on home Bring it on home Bring it on home In a trail of fire I know we will be free again In the end we will be one In a trail of fire I burn before you bury me Set your sights for the sun