You’re dazed in the glory and soaked in the sweat
Of those who died early and lives they’ve regret
Came bustling and hustling down an old avenue
To come to respect my heartache so true
You’re dazzled and blind but still lead the way
Off a cliff made of nails to a journey’s disarray
Walked down the hills of disaster as you feel so blue
In time to rejoice this land own to you
It’s a burning desire that sets in the trace
Red to a crisp and robbed of all grace
Now you seek for the wind as voices around fade
Left with the image of a preacher on a stake
Stay clear from fire as you choke on the flames
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