An emotional arsonist, Burn the box while still inside of it
Fire for a show, the spectacle will grow in the dim lit cavern inside of him
Watch the essence whip the air and struggle like the man trapped inside
Let the walls consume you, embroiled with the flames
Tender embers burn for hours charring feelings into ash
In this little pocket where no sun can compare, the passion burned white hot
Close to the center for a second it was beautiful
Ended on the outskirts of a spark most unusual
Then the winds will scatter and scream whistling for the phoenix
Watch the essence whip the air and struggle like the man trapped inside
Let the walls consume you, embroiled with the flames
Tender embers burn for hours charring feelings into ash
In this little pocket where no sun can compare, the passion burned white hot
Close to the center for a second it was beautiful
Ended on the outskirts of a spark most unusual
Then the winds will scatter and scream whistling for the phoenix
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