Fire on the porch on a summer's night
All of my things are there inside
Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher
I smell leaves and burning tires
Dogs in the meadows barking wild
Blackbird rise up, tell me what have you done

I'm not [bad word] and I'm not sad
There's nothing inside that I want back
Let me touch your lips, let me see where you're at
Do you wonder how I am tonight
Then don't lose time looking in my eyes
Not every tear means you're gonna cry

From the bottom of my [bad word] a cold dark feeling
There is nothing but dust
In the layers I'm peeling

From the bottom of my heart
Beats a rattling [bad word] Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun

Under [bad word] skies of grays
Paralyzed with phantom pains
Before this room became just a place
Where I just sleep through endless days
Spinning webs and carving names
Where thoughts break up, exploding in space

But I once crossed a quarter mile
Through black pools of razor wire
And cut through the steel
with the edge of a file
While singing rhaphsodies in stride
Hellbent and dignified
Now my time [bad word] Who you fooling and why?

From the bottom of my [bad word] a cold dark feeling
There is eminent death
to the promise I'm keeping

From the bottom of my [bad word] an army of one
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun

Pale-faces and hollowed eyes
Buried [bad word] skies
Not every smile
means I'm laughing inside
Two-face [bad word] I've enraptured you with lies
Everything means nothings
and tonight everything is mine

From the bottom of my [bad word] a cold dark feeling
I have buried so much
In the layers I'm peeling

From the bottom of my heart
battle [bad word] Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun

From the bottom of my [bad word] a cold dark feeling
Wrapped around tight
With no sign of leaving

From the bottom of my heart
ballad is sung
Through a whisper [bad word] Into the rays of the sun