Later on by the fireside
We try to run, but we cant hide
From the fickle flames and matchstick games
That threaten our arid lives.
Im starting a new with a strange sing-along;
A contemptuous song
Intended to dumbfound you.
Because im different than most;
Fallible and morose,
And it is time i let my imperfection shine though
Im flammable and so are you
Still, later on by the fireside
We try to run, we try to hide,
But one fickle flame, docile and tame, my dear
Is all it takes to make us disappear
I got dressed in my skin
To face the machine again
And tell him that, i am human,
And this is whats in my heart,
Though a bit avant-garde
I embrace my distinction.
He said, mortal fool. youll burn in failure
And ill make sure you do.
Oh yeah, did i forget to mention that
Its a fine time for fighting the past
That is haunting our post traumatic lives.
So three cheers for clich
Hip hip hooray! its here today but gone tomorrow.
Its the right time for fighting the ghosts
Surrounding our censored lives.
