The sky is clouded and grey like a mirror
 Dreams of celestial bliss buried deep
 An invisible web of whispers
 Spread out over dead-end streets
 Silently blessing the virtue of sleep.

 I'm still
 Called by the fire
 My spirit
 Called by the fire
 Yes, I'm still
 Called by the fire
 Called by the fire

 Eternally

 The flickering light
 The heat of the flame creates and devours
 In my soul there is night

 Every day I grow more immune to social sedatives
 Every day the web is more transparent
 United in fear and [bad word] of reason
 Illusions that we are all peers
 Walking the stairs I am ever more awake

 The black cloud is beneath me
 And I laugh