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
