3.  Your Head Is On [bad word] and hide your head is on fire
whirling masses rolling ashes
dream of morning grey earth dawning
life in stasis 40 paces
 
To turn away from the night
allowing the light alone
is surely fooling yourself
leaving half on the shelf
you’ll never know
how low an angry heart can go
so hold onto that certain hand
as we’re turning in
 
Does anybody else here
Feel that fear
That none of all these good things had to be
Or is it just me