Into The Fire - Mission Of Burma

Someone gathers the best ideas

And burns them

Something’s broken

Someone’s spoken

Of no return

Burn all the rabid ideas

Out in the hallway

Something comes in a great procession

Calling my name

And I don’t know why

I do what I do

I can break that window

I can hurl myself into that fire

Into that fire burns

Burns

Now the cycle’s spinning down

But no one

No one at all

Comes out of the forest with a magic wand to spell me

Electric burns in its camoflauge

Won’t clear the air

Something comes in a great procession

Calling my name

And I don’t know why

I do what I do

I can smash that doorway

I can hurl myself into that fire

Is that free

Calling me

To that fire

Here I go

Burning slow

In that fire

Into that fire

Baby burn baby burn baby burn

Burn