Understanding Fire by Zykos
Understanding Fire lyrics
until i've been in a hole for a long time or along the
waves moving seas in a chase, before the evening closes
in the hole, it's a still shadow, or maybe just a punch
in the face, when retold, you can hear how all, the
guns went off, stirring as they popped, and with that
moment i would tell you everything i want, i'd just
tell you all, but what's with the world and all, the
visibly clear isn't adding up, maybe tonight it's that
they're setting up some war with anyone well, it grew
up that fast, started taking the hole by the grasp, the
strongest hold, fire warming my arms, puppet showmen
perform, from the roadway behind us it projects along
the wall, but if we accept that scene is all we know
and gold is cloudy and dull, what exists outside of the
hole, well i think i will try to turn and dodge, even
face forward, to tell you all then you showed them all,
did it clear and now you can't even, bury the light,
will you set it up, some war with everyone, you'd count
on if i cared would they know, sucked in just let the
waiting start, carry the light, were you setting up,
all the shocks are in the endings along the wall is
this meaning we're stuck seated, beneath the floor as
legs run by, we accept it's a seated row, necks chained
move slow...couldn't see if you failed at all, but did
you have it all, wait for the moment, somebody told me
i'm over thinking it all did i hide it all, way before,
coming close, to vaguely recall, and if i have it all,
passing by, hearing steps, it can't be them running,
did they always go flailing around, a scenery change
and some favorite sounds would mean it's always old,
way better off, somebody should've told you you're
over-thinking it all...when you have it all, a lazy
town, cutting it close, racing around, and if it's
always old, tap your toes, pretty soon you will be
where you want, until you always go, leaning down,
scenery shakes, new and bright with clouds, nowadays
we're always told, we're way better off, and brave
against sorrow, you can be bold...
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