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