Fire Line

It’s a careless wind that carries me, across the great divide
From the wretched underworld, to the place where fear resides
Behind the line you hold, you can only hold so long
When you see my forky tongue, and you hear my twisted song
My sign is the fire line, uncontrolled
My bitter ruthlessness is a beacon to behold
Like cancer grow on, someday to die
Where the water’s flowing, I’m gonna drain th river dry
It’s a poison dream
Keeps me running through th night
I’ll take it on, then some more
By the dawning of the sickly morning light
Burn through the midnight oil, and the bridges I can’t cross
Somehow I find myself in everything you’ve lost
We’ve seen it all before, but it comes as no surprise
Just like reflections of the fire in your eyes
It’s a poison dream
Keeps me running through the night
I’ll take it on, then some more
By the dawning of the sickly morning light
And when the work is done and the Devil’s called his time
You’ll feel a stale breeze, blow through ash and pine
And you may ask yourself, «Where did the endgame lie?»
A question I might ask if I could stop to wonder why