Burning Great

Psychic Sperm

Hey
We got enough to make into something
We’ve gathered up the kindle for a house fire that’s now burning great
As I think of the souls in it
So many people walking round not thinking of their fate

When you explain it all to me
I always thought of all the ways it could go
But not
Up a tree
This is a blazing buckle on
A very unassuming hide of a steed

Say
You truthfully desire this vengeance
You can’t imagine staring at the ceiling awake very late
You could think of what worlds didn’t
The branching possibilities imagination’s never gonna sate

When you explain it all to me
I always thought of all the ways it could go
But not
Up a tree
This is a blazing buckle on
A very unassuming hide of a steed

We got enough to make into something
We’ve gathered up the kindle for a house fire that’s now burning great