A controlled detonation
An explosive explanation
I’m tired
Subversive altercations
Intrusive limitations
I’m wired
An action and reaction
This shrapnel is a fraction
Of what I fired
I guess I have to change
I’m acting mighty strange
Yesterday I cried...
Why must I only burn (down)
Why haven’t I yet learned (how)
To start
Small fires?
Small fires
An insurgence of the weather
Would make me feel much better
i‘m tired
I need to get much wetter
Yea that would make me feel much better
With my fire....
I know what must come first
To finally quench my thirst
No alcohol, just juice
Quit with the abuse
The words I like to i use
activate your fuse
It never was my goal
to keep burning up my soul
It makes it to the news
Our small fire
