Burn

The television must shine

Potatoes are taking their form

The tomatoes are undoing their makeup

Let them in, drop them in, let them wash away

Hold your breath and name them lonely

Sinking like a submarine

Only able to go under

Stuck in the bottle prevailing through the struggle

Stimulants and the bring you downs

Make these worlds go round

The brain has gone and left town

Breaking to be intoxicated

How long until the toddler ways loose their games

Lucky to make it past the high noon sun

And I ain’t no hero but that will never be me

Never be me again watching for the high noon sun

It is a torch that’s going to light this forest on fire

Light this world on fire and let it burn through to the sky

Cause the brains are waiting for something that will never arrive