I played with the fire Stared at the light, screamed at the pain Pushed to the center Took no advice, waited in vain I questioned it too Thought about
Should I hold you to the light would I see right through you? If I question what you are will it bring me any closer to you? From love to war what we
In my life, there's a right time And a right place There is order There is method Well, you know where There is routine, nothing spare Catch the light
There is a line between good and evil That separates light from dark But a color now spells our end Everywhere I see its mark It's yellow brown In the
Compromise and confusion steal us away When they say ignorance is bliss It makes it sound too good to miss How about that? And the problem with success
Oh we had some magic and used it all There's a tinge of regret now But not what you'd call real sorrow Escape the [incomprehensible], when straight to
Life to call our own that is ours alone Is as hard as hell to come by these days It's time that I took what's mine, took it now, yeah Things aren't what
Include me out You dig your own grave You build your own walls I don't believe enough, to believe in you Oh no, not me I'm not part of your crusade
All the things I read come from, magazines My concentration never was what, it might have been and And I know that I'm impatient but there isn't really
