Saturday, August 17, 2013

Infernal Curiosity

Got an itch, got an itch
Fire-red brightly shines
Like a shock of culture in a
Numbing state—Quake
Erupt, embellish the truth and
Watch it rust, flash to dust
Watch it rust, flash to dust

Nightly neon, galactic dolls
Shake their triumphs down the halls
Broken record, playing loud
Blasting forward, dismissing sound
Got an itch, got an itch
Scratching the fever from beneath the skin
Digging deep, deep down in
Digging deep, deep down in

Flamethrower, nitro-sun, blazing bright, blazing bright
Elapsed inferno, tin-tied tongue, shedding light, shed it’s light
Conflagrating fire, burning flames within
Heat is rising; sky’s ablaze, blackening earth, searing skin
Waiting on salvation, praying, that this bug’s been tamed
Waiting for salvation, hoping it’ll end this infernal pain

Temperatures are rising; smokescreen’s filling frame
Hoping for a flashflood, a drowning man’s beckoned
Hoping for a flashflood, to quench the thirst this fire’s sprung
Praying for the rain to come, MAKE IT RAIN, MAKE IT RAIN

To wash away temptation, to alleviate the flames
To damper down the charring and drench the thirst we crave
Douse and spin, Douse and spin
Heaviest downpour, Ferocious wind
Takes away the fire, absolves us from the sin

All comes to a standstill, a silent time for all
Everything’s grown quiet, no motion, no more calls
But it only takes one spark to smolder
Just one drop to light another, to ignite and stir
The accelerant at play, erupting forth, riling up flame’s astray
All to burn and burn again—for mankind’s fire’s yet been slain

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