IRC-Galleria

It's a bit like a trip,
but you hit it with a slip of a tongue
like a whip, and we're sinking
it ain't cool to be cool
though you may think it a laudable tool
of self evaluation
of ego cultivation,
n' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies
is it really all about the size or just a simple vice

Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues

I feel the fire !
flare alight inside me
Higher !
so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty
Oh fire !

Did you think that I'd blink
that I'd go and take the ink to your control
that I'd sell my soul
and does it ring any bells that it sells
that we're living out of shells in a shotgun
if we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run
and finally the cerebral fantasy
better genes and machines
so we can die looking like we're teens
like snapshot scenes in smithereens

Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting fools

I feel the fire !
flare alight inside me
Higher !
so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty
Oh fire !

Look there it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the blues again

Oh fire !
return my joy cos I'm so
Tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the
Ire and Irony
Oh fire !