In a dark place I sit,
And think about things
Which make me wonder
Why the whole world stings
And chokes, and cuts,
And destroys our desire,
Like dust in the wind,
Like paper in fire,
And I think it'd be nice
To join the melee
To fight the battle,
To sink and betray,
And in my dark place
I grow in disgust,
I cannot be calm,
Can no longer find trust
And I find that the hate
Which burns in my soul
Yearns to be free,
And I do not want to control
The urge that I have
To make the world right
So come with me now
And start the fire tonight.
