Kitchie Nadal - Fire

^Dm Little ch^Cild, did you t^Dmhrow the dice again? B^Dmlack and b^Clue paint on your w^Dmall. ^Dm Didn't mama t^Cell you that she l^Dmoves you so? Even if her b^Dmones are dry to h^Cear you sing and ^Dmcry.

^Dm Attempting to p^Clease the world a^Dmt ^Dm The age of ^Csevent^Dmeen. ^Dm You kill your bab^Cies and call it ^Dmoffering The stench of truth: a ^Dmlife for a life, to be ^Ckind is to be unk^Dmind.

It took ^Dmsix sweet y^Cears of your l^Dmife. You walked al^Dmone along with your t^Cea-cold-colored m^Dmind.

Sub^Dmtly you p^Cay the curse upo^Dmn you, but a p^Dmromise of the m^Can seeps through e^Dmarth, grave and sto^Cne.

^Dm You will s^Ceek Him with all your he^Cart, s^Coul and stre^Dmngth. You'll count a^Cll the cost as you w^Calk out the d^Coor.

^Dm Without a w^Carning you'll s^Cet the world on f^Cire! like it used to be Dm-C-C Fire! (repeat)

^Dm You're never app^Cearing not t^Dmo. ^Dm Emerging th^Crough uns^Dmcathed. ^Dm Little g^Cod, you're cauteri^Dmzed by sin. Comfortable and s^Dmeem to gain the ta^Cste of a fatherl^Dmess