Lyrics
Tempered hot, ready or not, you know what I need
Expressing a strong desire, emphasizing readiness and the speaker's needs.
White hot steel, gotta be real, gotta forge to feed
Highlighting the necessity for genuine, intense effort to sustain oneself.
Liquid lead my lust unfed, will soon be cold
Describing unfulfilled desire using the metaphor of liquid lead cooling.
My love will last within your cast, your body is my mold
Conveying a commitment to a lasting love, with the partner as a form or mold.
Take the heat, burnin' treat, push & shove, red hot love
Encouraging to endure challenges for a passionate and intense relationship.
Blueing ore you want more, you just can't stop
Expressing insatiable desire, using the metaphor of blueing ore and the inability to stop.
Like a crane on a chain, I'll take you to the top
Comparing the speaker's persistence to a crane, promising to elevate the partner.
Got my hand on the firebrand, gonna mark you mine
Claiming possession and marking the partner as the speaker's own.
Molten flesh our bodies mesh, oblivious to time
Describing a passionate physical connection, unaffected by time.
Take the heat, burnin' treat, push & shove, red hot love
Reiterating the theme of enduring challenges for intense, red-hot love.
Heat sink, I can't think of nobody but you
Expressing exclusive focus on the partner, unable to think of anyone else.
Heat sink, I'm on the brink, love's comin through
Indicating the intensity of love, almost reaching a critical point.
Crimson flames lovers' pains, sweat beads down my back
Describing the passion with imagery of crimson flames and physical strain.
Clouds of smoke from the coal & coke, feel my heat attack
Depicting the aftermath of intense passion with smoke and heat imagery.
Brittle glass, softening mass, reserves now are spent
Using metaphors of brittle glass and spent reserves to signify vulnerability.
Like tin weak and thin, frame work now is bent
Comparing the speaker's state to weak tin, suggesting physical exhaustion.
the fire's down the burnin's stopped, leave me now to cool
Describing the end of passion and the need for cooling down.
Cold black waste you've had a taste of my heated tool
Concluding with a vivid image of the partner having a taste of the speaker's intensity.
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