Dry woods, burning like a demon
Dry woods, burning like a witch
Dry wood, all the wood is steaming
Firing up the night
Fueled fire, flaming like a devil
Fueled fire, flaming like a bush
Fueled fire, sponsoring a fable
Firing up the night
Why can’t you hold out, you got to fire up the fight?
Why are you burning morning noon and night?
Faces are fading like a picture tube
Why are you waiting to follow the truth?
Why are we fighting you know how I am
Are you not satisfied?
My ways can not change, do they cause you that much pain
Are you still mystified?
The way of my living is like no one other
My secrets must be whispered
No modern medicine negates the existence
Of my over anxiety
Help, am I falling?
Help, are you wanting?
Help, am I in control?
Hell is for sinners
Hell is for losers
Hell is for lost souls?
Yes, I’m a winner
But not fit for dinner
At societies annual ball
I am a cold stone
I need no one
Only help to build my walls
I hide in a castle
I don’t want a hassle
Just sustenance served for one
My mind, please do not mind
My vision, may not follow suit
But my innovation
Is my own salvation
And I can not follow you
What gives me peace of mind
What makes my self go slow
What it takes for me to break
One way for an easy day
But you have to be ready for the price
Yeah you must be ready for the price …
What is it that you can not understand
Why can’t you back up to your man
Get up, stand up, make a stand
Right up past the limits of a man
Dry woods, burning like a demon
Dry woods, burning like a witch
Dry wood, all the wood is steaming
Firing up the night
Fueled fire, flaming like a devil
Fueled fire, flaming like a bush
Fueled fire, sponsoring a fable
Firing up the night
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Love the TEDcasts! More!
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