It’s the early signs of disintegration. The 
back and forth from a new machine. It’s been 
blessed and burned into a formation by a 
wish dipped in kerosene. So who’s going to 
light the fuse? Who’s going to be the one to 
hold high the flame because I refuse. And I’ve 
just begun so don’t hold me down I’m almost 
done. lesson lived through the loss of love. 
This is not a search for who’s at fault, it’s more 
of a plea for hope and understanding. It’s the 
side effects of adoration. [bad word] and go 
and get out clean. I’ve been cursed and freed 
from dedication by a wish dipped in kerosene.