Burn

Madeaux:
It looks like LSD high fashion

FiFi Rong:
(It's coming)

Madeaux:
Little death, closed casket

Josh pan:
(I know)

Madeaux:
Chokeholds and lungs gasping

FiFi Rong:
(It's coming)

Madeaux:
Shots fired, cars crashing, you can't catch me

Josh pan:
(I know)

FiFi Rong:
(It's coming to me)

Josh pan:
(Like the rest)
(I see you)

I see through

FiFi Rong:
I know you wanted
I know you wanted the most
I know you wanted

Madeaux:
(Shots fired, cars crashing)