Curve - Chinese Burn

She burns friends like a piece of wood And she's jealous of me because she never could Hold herself up without a spine And she'll look me up when she's doing fine Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture She's just someone's favourite daughter Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters Friends and enemies they're all the same They'll burn her name And crush her fame She'll break a promise as a matter of course Because she thinks it's fun to have no remorse She gets what she wants and then walks away And she doesn't give a fuck what you might say Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar Mother's pride is what we taught her Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her Friend or enemy we're all to blame {She'll burn us bad She'll flaunt her flame She'll make us remember, remember her name} If she sits still like she knows she could She could win this game and be the queen for good Save herself up for the cream of the crop Then she'll look us up when she's ready to stop Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture She's just someone's favourite daughter Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters Friends and enemies are all that came To burn her name Crush her flame We're all to blame