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!