The Fire You Started

You dropped a match right into spilled red wine,
Hoping to watch me cross the losing line.
This burning pit deep inside of my chest
Is my darkest reward, not a cry for rest.
Silver plates crashing, flying through the air,
The midnight tavern answers my despair.


(Opa!) The wire is tight, the bouzouki screams loud,
No mercy left for a treacherous crowd!

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This fire you started with your cold cruel hands
Is burning to ashes your vicious demands!
Let midnight collapse to this wild driving pace,
You stare at the triumph all over my face!
(Ayde! Play the strings!)


Look at you trembling, watching me stand,
I drank down the venom straight from your hand.
Your hollow pride breaks like shattering bone,
I dance through the ruins entirely alone.
Ash on the stone where the river once ran,
This beat proves I’m still an unbroken man.


(Yassou!) The darbuka snaps like a hammer in flight,
Your fragile illusions are killed by the night!

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This fire you started with your cold cruel hands
Knows nothing of pity across these dry lands!
I learned how to breathe in the heat of the pit,
Who’s going to weep now? I conquered it!
(Opa! Hold that groove!)


One step behind me—the drop and the grave,
Yet I am the master, and never your slave.
Cry through the thunder and crashing of glass:
I’m walking away while your fantasies pass!

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This fire you started with your cold cruel hands
Leaves black bitter resin on foreign sands!
I walked through the flames and I conquered the pain,
You’ll never chain down this spirit again!
(Break it all! Smash the floor!)