How can you fear
in a world where you don't feel here?
How could you assume
that you're able to hold things dear?
Would you ever think it possible
to dance 'round open flame?
To dance 'round open flame...
when the flames are never enough tame
the flames always want to consume you...
and that's what I love.
How would you put it,
this obsession with obsessing?
How could you blindly believe and
hope you're correct?
how could you smile and say you're doing alright,
when the flames continue to dissect...?
I will stand and watch the fire take you in
just to make sure that nothing is left of you
I will stand and watch you burn to death. . .
just to make sure that there is nothing left.
there's nothing left
there's nothing left
do you understand me now?
how would you put it....?
2/7/08