• Take me down in flames,
    Wipe them with your oily rag,

    Take me down in flames,
    Make my burning be on cross so tame,

    Make me fall,
    Tremble me down to those deep caves,

    Make it crash,
    Tumbled down hard until those morals dance around my head,

    Then they can fade,
    They can run, dissipate, blending into...

    Running creeks playing dead,
    As I find myself newly shaped, poisoned in lead,

    While my spine thrusts itself erect,
    Upward the voices demand, legs straight in stance,

    Keeping my head dizzy,
    The gas fumes rising against the nostril...

    Foolish breathing helps me collapse,
    On rose topography that burns my back,

    And clench,
    For the life of me, my fingers tangle in spider formation,

    Take me to the flame,
    So my perch is true and oven so bold,

    Take me to the flame,
    As to emerge not ash, but stepped into phoenix uniform.