Blessed be
Messed up me
Should I feel different? Was I
Crying to get my face wet?

To discern
What I did from what I thought
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me
Blessed be

Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire

Low lit theatre
It's a quiet crowd
I'm on the screen projected
I'm in the aisle, yelling

Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!

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