Burn It All Down, Go Go Go Go
Don't ever let light see you
Or your face
Turn off the lamp
Slam the door
Try and find
Your oldest thought
Cast it away
You watched him float
You watched him burn
From the shade and optimal spot
Many mountains rise
Never coming back
You see the lake
The fire feels hot
You stand up tall
Its growing higher
Overtaking all
See, now they come
To the light
So many cheer
To see your plight
To see your flight
And see you flee
Between those hills
Don't ever look back
Don't ever let the light see you
Lest you run away
Forget this all
Return to bed
Sleep soundly again again again
Crumpled paper loft
You blankly stare
At that ceiling
Shadows all soft
What's this you're feeling?
Sharp sounds you hear
No more thoughts
All turned to fear
To instinct and to pain
An even darker lane
Your boarded-up windows wail
You do not move
Face of yours turns bright pale
You watch fate spin
Accept your place
In a strange way, you win
By most others, you have failed
The liquid windows crack
And in they pour
Moths to your feast
You will not move
Will not divulge
Now let them eat
And let them pray
And feel their heat
Their wings and tears
Hide from the light
Hide from your fears
You, you are gone
Still, the small goat is howling
You still hear him
You still must be him
Don't ever let the light see you
Or your face
Or your face
Turn off the lamp
Slam the door
Try and find
Your oldest thought
Cast it away
You watched him float
You watched him burn
From the shade and optimal spot
Many mountains rise
Never coming back
You see the lake
The fire feels hot
You stand up tall
Its growing higher
Overtaking all
See, now they come
To the light
So many cheer
To see your plight
To see your flight
And see you flee
Between those hills
Don't ever look back
Don't ever let the light see you
Lest you run away
Forget this all
Return to bed
Sleep soundly again again again
Crumpled paper loft
You blankly stare
At that ceiling
Shadows all soft
What's this you're feeling?
Sharp sounds you hear
No more thoughts
All turned to fear
To instinct and to pain
An even darker lane
Your boarded-up windows wail
You do not move
Face of yours turns bright pale
You watch fate spin
Accept your place
In a strange way, you win
By most others, you have failed
The liquid windows crack
And in they pour
Moths to your feast
You will not move
Will not divulge
Now let them eat
And let them pray
And feel their heat
Their wings and tears
Hide from the light
Hide from your fears
You, you are gone
Still, the small goat is howling
You still hear him
You still must be him
Don't ever let the light see you
Or your face
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Writer(s): Edward Hans
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