You told me not to go out at night,
Because of the mangled corpse dumped at our neighbor's house.
But you know me,
And the crazy lurking behind these eyes.
You know I can't live without a little rebellion.
So build me a bonfire to dance around,
And I'll scream at the sky, crush stars beneath my feet.
Stack the branches high, let me climb to the top
And drop the match from hands soaked in gasoline.
You thought the purple haze was just a notion
In a dream-addled brain, nothing for the sane person to bother with,
And you were right!
So what does that say about us?
We lost the world before we found ourselves. (We just had to lose it all.)
It's not that we're losers ourselves;
We'll gladly tear the guts out of those who would subdue us!
It's that this world isn't ours, never was, isn't good enough.
It's that we're always out for more, ripping chunks from the universe
With teeth sharpened on a lack of remorse.
We'll ring our eyes in ash and scare the complacent from their beds.
We'll call ourselves "monsters" and learn to cut with our words,
Burn ourselves clean of fear and anger and pain.
We'll become furies and take revenge on sorrow!
I'm sick of doing what I'm told –
Build me a bonfire and we'll burn this world to the ground,
And forge a new one from the glowing embers –
With our own two bloody hands!