| Into The Fire |
|---|
| Someone gathers the best ideas |
| And burns them |
| Something’s broken |
| Someone’s spoken |
| Of no return |
| Burn all the rabid ideas |
| Out in the hallway |
| Something comes in a great procession |
| Calling my name |
| And I don’t know why |
| I do what I do |
| I can break that window |
| I can hurl myself into that fire |
| Into that fire burns |
| Burns |
| Now the cycle’s spinning down |
| But no one |
| No one at all |
| Comes out of the forest with a magic wand to spell me |
| Electric burns in its camoflauge |
| Won’t clear the air |
| Something comes in a great procession |
| Calling my name |
| And I don’t know why |
| I do what I do |
| I can smash that doorway |
| I can hurl myself into that fire |
| Is that free |
| Calling me |
| To that fire |
| Here I go |
| Burning slow |
| In that fire |
| Into that fire |
| Baby burn baby burn baby burn |
| Burn |
