Breathe on it God comes from the light of fire When I get a hold of it I can breathe alright Breathe on it His words do calm my mind I lose my whole honor So I can breathe on fire I may be damaged by the rod And damned in the light Sit with all the wicked Untamed by holy rites The gasp for air is ashes But we're breathing for life Being best friends with all the witches And slaves to our skinny thighs Breathe on it God breathes a mighty storm I can teach a whole wet army To breathe on fire And when I breathe on it I feel washed and alive The smell of soot is honor As I breathe on fire In the bowels of hell We will be known for our tongues Set apart from all the wicked Under his coat, on our own We may feel gifted as we blow Producing flames every night Feeling warm under the covers Is the air for our lungs As I breathe on it I know I've caught the bug God teaches whole armies To breathe on fire And as I breathe on it I know I've caught the bug I can teach a whole army To breathe alright