It’s the early signs of disintegration. The
Back and forth from a new machine. It’s been
Blessed and burned into a formation by a
Wish dipped in kerosene. So who’s going to
Light the fuse? Who’s going to be the one to
Hold high the flame because I refuse. And I’ve
Just begun so don’t hold me down I’m almost
Done. A lesson lived through the loss of love.
This is not a search for who’s at fault, it’s more
Of a plea for hope and understanding. It’s the
Side effects of adoration. The come and go
And get out clean. I’ve been cursed and freed
From dedication by a wish dipped in kerosene.