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