Igniting The Perfume

Smoke bellowing in

We are out of control

The fire takes flight

And the building is coming down

Whether or not

You make it out, It's up to you

I'm not dying here...

No I wont, I know I'll make it out



Candle light

Signaling a ceremony

Bow your heads

It's time to hear the prayers of the night

We won't make it though this alive

Out of control

Blow out the candle now



Tip it over once

Then you smell the fumes

Gasoline has met its match

Now it ignites the perfume

Still we play it cool

But we are out of control

Running faster now



Ceiling can't be seen

Except for the flames

We are both lost pawns

In this igniting chess game

I hear you shout but I can't see your face

I'm so out of control

Your voice is fading now



One lost tear

Evaporated into thin air

The heat is overwhelming

No wonder no one made it out alive

This situations out of control

The ceiling collapses now

Is this Heaven now? Or maybe Hell



Started by a candle tryin to light up the night

Turned into a fire that started a fist-fight

Running for the door

Someone has locked us in

We were out of control

I guess this is what we get

Tryin to make amends...

Finding peace within



No one ever said this life would be easy now

Let the Firemen carry us out

And I'll still see you again

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This whole thing is metaphorical...and I think you all can understand it for what I meant it to be.  I have found that I, myself, and others tend to start their own 'fires'...whether you are the fireman or the people locked inside is up to you...I know that I wont be locked inside anymore...

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