I am a pheonix addicted to the fire. I'm born and born and born again in ashes You give me water and you give me sky But all I want is a book of matches. I've seen it in the fire - The image of my face Like a ghost of my own dream The music gone to waste! Frightened of the flow, I pulled the living plug. Salvation is a thrill, Self destruction is a drug. The whiskey and the wine My pearls thrown to swine Shot down my own ideas Dissected every line I overdid it all I pushed on every wall Till all the house came down An echo of the fall!