Burn, Burn, Flog

Burn Burn Down! The tired torch at the harbor For water has risen to liberty's throat We hang by the lips, of her flooding mouth Praying angelic nudity, will expose her shores Burn Burn Burn! The monetized existence, declaring our blood at birth Resurrecting pennies on eyes of the dead Burn Burn Burn! The archetypal handbook, teaching how to age Teaching how to die Flog Flog Flog! Lame duck quackers, who pompously peddle as puppets Burn Burn Burn! Books bound by disillusion Saying you’re this, not that, don’t look at the sky Flog Flog Flog! The enemies of pondering, proponents of profit Flog Flog Flog! Those who say, you’re not you You’re bigger than trees, wind is thin Burn Burn Burn! The idea empowering the love of power While overpowering the power of love Burn Burn Burn! Guess i’ll be apart of the raging blaze Rather than freeze in a docile spell Burn everything! Hell, even burn hell. Alas, those cold as stone, are too rigid to dance So we groove in their shadows While the world is a wildfire!