A.A.A. AArdvark Corp.
The Final Firey Breath
Have you ever wanted to see it all go up in flames?
How do practitioners of peace release the want to blame?
Limbo's for the stubborn lovers, not for the saint
Both won't kneel to Rome or lions
One will try rip out their manes
The other sings for heavens fate
And let's himself be slain or saved
With strength of will he remains tamed
But
My flood shall fuel the flames.
On the park bench were I sit I hold a cocktail in my hand.
Returning from its tilt, I spilt the spirit of the can
And all that's left a hollow shell that held its only purpose.
The can dispensed, its inner strength soaks into my surface,
For on the carriage of my discipline the driver drops the reigns
Leaving me to buck and snort, no longer I am tame.
In hysterics, I rampage and leave that cart behind
Were my saintly master sits and drowns in his communion wine.
My flood shall fuel the flames.
There's a river inside everyone, the rapids of emotion.
We build a dam to utilise and avoid all commotions
But now a cyclone has arrived, the sky in full eruption.
A flash flood pounds this fragile dam, prepare for its destruction…
My flood shall fuel the flames.
I watch the gasoline flow from my foot into the drain.
The gutter forms a rainbow stream along the angled path
Were children skippers once sailed boats into the sewers dark.
Intoxicating are the fumes from my drenched legs and waist.
I never have drunk gasoline but I know now how it tastes.
The chemical upon my skin irritates and burns.
My groggy head the weight of lead can truly feel the earth does turn.
How many revolutions has it made to measure out the days
When existence held all beauty and we ‘tween light and dark would play?
Jealously the world does hoard its twilight. Well, I've found
That I to crave to own it for we used it. It was ours!
In the midst of gunfire does the soldier check his wrist
For hands of time to say how long he's lived since forced to enlist?
He does.
His palm he opens and observes the line of fate,
Bracelets, mounts, life, heart and head, he turns to all his time creates,
And with nothing left to lose against the world he declares war.
The allied skies agree for heavy clouds refuse to pour.
I sit upon this park bench, my lighter poised below
A city of love post card, upon the ground the wind had blown
To me.
Our home made missing person posters haunt the people in the street,
Devaluing the park side properties.
Oh Charme' don't die on me. Your life hangs from my oxygen machine
And I have no strength to turn it off for you.
My thumb applies the pressure. The lighter clicks a spark.
I become the earthen sun to vanquish my minds dark.
I rise up from my seat to face the concrete and the glass
While bubbling in my pain I dance to let the feeling pass.
Between each blinding blink I watch the city share my fire.
My mind reminds me of the heat, I tell it it's a liar
As men and women ‘round me shriek they too now share my fate.
Between each blinding blink I feel the world disintegrate.
“Citizens. Now, crowd around. Fear this horror without remorse
You do not realise in my eyes our existence stops its bitter course
For bubbling in my palm the heat erases all the lines.
The pallet clear of destiny, no longer shall I judge my time,
But is our tool called time as true a factor as we've made?
A measurement we plot to make the most of life before were laid
To rest.
I think it's best to have a present that reshapes.
For past is nothing more than what our memory has taped.
How do practitioners of peace release the want to blame?
Limbo's for the stubborn lovers, not for the saint
Both won't kneel to Rome or lions
One will try rip out their manes
The other sings for heavens fate
And let's himself be slain or saved
With strength of will he remains tamed
But
My flood shall fuel the flames.
On the park bench were I sit I hold a cocktail in my hand.
Returning from its tilt, I spilt the spirit of the can
And all that's left a hollow shell that held its only purpose.
The can dispensed, its inner strength soaks into my surface,
For on the carriage of my discipline the driver drops the reigns
Leaving me to buck and snort, no longer I am tame.
In hysterics, I rampage and leave that cart behind
Were my saintly master sits and drowns in his communion wine.
My flood shall fuel the flames.
There's a river inside everyone, the rapids of emotion.
We build a dam to utilise and avoid all commotions
But now a cyclone has arrived, the sky in full eruption.
A flash flood pounds this fragile dam, prepare for its destruction…
My flood shall fuel the flames.
I watch the gasoline flow from my foot into the drain.
The gutter forms a rainbow stream along the angled path
Were children skippers once sailed boats into the sewers dark.
Intoxicating are the fumes from my drenched legs and waist.
I never have drunk gasoline but I know now how it tastes.
The chemical upon my skin irritates and burns.
My groggy head the weight of lead can truly feel the earth does turn.
How many revolutions has it made to measure out the days
When existence held all beauty and we ‘tween light and dark would play?
Jealously the world does hoard its twilight. Well, I've found
That I to crave to own it for we used it. It was ours!
In the midst of gunfire does the soldier check his wrist
For hands of time to say how long he's lived since forced to enlist?
He does.
His palm he opens and observes the line of fate,
Bracelets, mounts, life, heart and head, he turns to all his time creates,
And with nothing left to lose against the world he declares war.
The allied skies agree for heavy clouds refuse to pour.
I sit upon this park bench, my lighter poised below
A city of love post card, upon the ground the wind had blown
To me.
Our home made missing person posters haunt the people in the street,
Devaluing the park side properties.
Oh Charme' don't die on me. Your life hangs from my oxygen machine
And I have no strength to turn it off for you.
My thumb applies the pressure. The lighter clicks a spark.
I become the earthen sun to vanquish my minds dark.
I rise up from my seat to face the concrete and the glass
While bubbling in my pain I dance to let the feeling pass.
Between each blinding blink I watch the city share my fire.
My mind reminds me of the heat, I tell it it's a liar
As men and women ‘round me shriek they too now share my fate.
Between each blinding blink I feel the world disintegrate.
“Citizens. Now, crowd around. Fear this horror without remorse
You do not realise in my eyes our existence stops its bitter course
For bubbling in my palm the heat erases all the lines.
The pallet clear of destiny, no longer shall I judge my time,
But is our tool called time as true a factor as we've made?
A measurement we plot to make the most of life before were laid
To rest.
I think it's best to have a present that reshapes.
For past is nothing more than what our memory has taped.
