The light on the wall from the candle's flame Defies all the books filled with old cliches Though I didn't doubt the veracity Of flickering belief The truth evident in fire's repose Consumes blackened wick motionless and slow This proves polar to what I've been told A false reality Excite the aristocracy's decline Reject inherited design And purge the habits of the assumed life The lies dressed in clothing of the tame The eyes set ablaze in the altar's flame Denied so we can see the world the same Bartered security To plunge far below all the rusted thought To run to the borders of all we're taught Expunge the corrupt and expired lot Of mass identity The voice within is screaming It echoes off the ceiling This house is not worth living If I first don't own the floor I'm burning down to build back With the skeptic and the cynic I'll court the optimistic Then open up the door
