Burn
Burning eyelids, burning souls and burning minds.
Burning those who feel that they speak in disguise.
Burning wires, burning everything with speed.
Burning line and line, I feel no want or need.
Floating upward in the smoke, I feel so bright I start to choke.
I love to set the world a blaze, I am revered, I am amazed.
Burn Burn Burn, and watch the fireflies a flying.
Burn Burn Burn, the blazing symphony still sounding.
Burn Burn Burn, the blackened pages quickly dying.
Burn Burn Burn, this is my life.
The heat and anger of the past makes me relieved.
Succession of history, I wonder how it was conceived?
This is now, that was then, no one cares.
So I march on, and the nozzle keeps its flare.
Floating upward in the smoke, I feel so bright I start to choke.
I love to set the world a blaze, I am revered, I am amazed.
Burn Burn Burn, and watch the fireflies a flying.
Burn Burn Burn, the blazing symphony still sounding.
Burn Burn Burn, the blackened pages quickly dying.
Burn Burn Burn, this is my life.
Copyright © 2001 Mike Vasas. All Rights Reserved.