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All the recklessness that sprawls in the halls

Created this disarray and dirt.

The level of octane within these walls

Could cause the pretty boys to get hurt.

Yeah, when it comes to the midnight hour

Or simply to an afternoon delight

It’s clear no one can temper this power,

These raging fires that keep burning bright.

What the hell do you do when you’re drawn to flame

And yours is one that could burn down a city?

Ya gotta own it, there’s no one else to blame,

And the view of the rubble sure ain’t pretty.

Sometimes a wild thing’s gotta be restrained.

Just how do you get such a problem contained?