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Fire It Up - Escape the Fate

Fire It Up

Ungrateful
post-hardcore metalcore hardcore emo screamo



Escape the Fate is a post-hardcore band which formed in 2005 in Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. The band currently consists of Robert Ortiz (drums). Craig Mabbitt (vocals), Kevin "Thrasher" Gruft (guitar, keyboards, vocals), and touring member Erik Jensen (bass). Ortiz is the only original member still in Escape the Fate. The band has released six studio albums: two on Epitaph, one on DGC, and three on Eleven Seven. Before forming Escape the Fate Show more ...

Fire It Up - Escape the Fate

[Verse 1]
Coursing through my veins like gasoline,
So I hit the ground running.
Fingers 'round your throat to calm my disease,
Fuck, are we having fun yet?

[Pre-Chorus:]
Pull me down now,
Take the poison before it destroys us.
Pull me down now,
Fates are rising, here come the hellions.

[Chorus:]
Fire it, fire it up,
This our last chance,
Stuck in the middle of the sinister, sinister sin.
Fire it, fire it up,
This is our last dance,
With middle fingers up we'll dance on your, dance on your fucking grave!

[Verse 2]
Breathe it in your lungs like nicotine,
Soaking into your blood as the
Hands of death rip you like a fucking disease,
Said, are we having fun yet?

[Pre-Chorus:]
Pull me down now,
Take the poison before it destroys us.
Pull me down now,
Fates are rising, here come the hellions.

[Chorus:]
Fire it, fire it up,
This our last chance,
Stuck in the middle of the sinister, sinister sin.
Fire it, fire it up,
This is our last dance,
With middle fingers up we'll dance on your, dance on your fucking grave!
(Grave, grave, grave)

[Hook]
Dance!
C'mon!
Coursing through my veins like gasoline!

[Bridge]
Fire it, fire it up,
This our last chance,
Stuck in the middle of the sinister, sinister sin.
Fire it, fire it up,
This is our last dance,
With middle fingers up we'll dance on your, dance on your..

[Chorus]
Fire it, fire it up,
This our last chance,
Stuck in the middle of the sinister, sinister sin.
Fire it, fire it up,
This is our last dance,
With middle fingers up we'll dance on your, dance on your fucking grave!

[Outro:]
C'mon!
Coursing through my veins like gasoline!



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