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Fire God

from Tracing the Cracks by Thinland

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Firegod

I am the prophet
You are the steel
You are the certain fall
And I'm at the wheel

And we're waiting for our ships to go
Waiting for the axe to fall
Waiting helpless in our own ash heap

I am the firegod
Stricken by rain
Helpless the martyrs
They suffer our shame

But they're fighting plastic enemies
With vehemence and hypocrisy
But who will stand up
And make a big deal?

Where there is happenstance
We search for meaning
Until there's nothing left

And we speak of random chance
Still there is little chance
We speak of anything

We starve and we multiply
Turn old and degenerate
The sofas and the flowers
Are in the front yard

We are biding
We are counting time
We are frozen at the dividing line
Hoping somebody has all the answers

But sometime when the coast seems clear
Time will reach right over here
And slap us in the side of the head

Well, sometime when the coast seems clear
Time will reach right over here
And slap us in the side of the head

I am the firegod
Let me choose my flame
And when I'll stomp it out

1998 Crandall

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from Tracing the Cracks, released April 1, 2003

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