Theres a flame that burns on the edge of town
It keeps all the secrets that I tell
It only gets bigger with time
And I feel Im coming out of my shell
That is how this game is played
We fall and then we fade
But for now Im free from the reasoning you believe in
Dont throw this in my face, dont even
Like slamming into a wall painted a windex color
Diving into my head you may see me undercover
Finding a craving for things you might kill me for
Laughing as you throw the pearls on the floor
Hostility can be a good thing when justified
But the way you run has me mistified
No free time for me if you wanna see what Im made of
Underneath this skin there are things you are afraid of
For the sake of it all dont rub my wounds with delicate pages
Torn from the words of crumbling old sages
