The light on the wall from the candle’s flame 
Defies all the books filled with old cliches 
Though I didn’t doubt the veracity
Of flickering belief 

The [bad word] evident in fire’s repose 
Consumes blackened wick motionless and slow 
This proves polar to what I’ve been told
false reality

Excite the aristocracy’s decline
Reject inherited design 
And purge the habits of the assumed life 

The lies dressed in clothing of the tame
The eyes set ablaze in the altar’s flame
Denied so we can see the world the same 
Bartered security

To plunge far below all [bad word] thought 
 [bad word] to the borders of all we’re taught
Expunge the [bad word] and expired lot 
Of mass identity

Excite the aristocracy’s decline
Reject inherited design 
And purge the habits of the assumed

Oh, the voice within is screaming
As it echoes off the ceiling
"This house is not worth living
If I first don’t own the floor"

So I’m burning down to build back
With the skeptic and the cynic 
I’ll court the optimistic 
Then open...
I will open
I will open
The door