First I should apologize
I should double check with those of you that could disagree
Can I have your branded permission for this moment in time
Will you grant my words passage as this angry boy speaks?
There’s a subtlety to failure that just can’t be beat
The sweet taste of victory is not the achievement that you truly seek
There are those who carry a fire that can never be doused
Sitting on a throne of matches in an origami house
In this origami house
Sitting alone among the flames yet to be felt
When faced with the darkness it feels like time stands still
We fear forgotten times before a worlds distractions controlled our waking will
So it is fear that will drive the violent strike to usher in the light
And as we are engulfed in flames we will pray for the return of night
There’s a subtlety to failure that just can’t be beat
The sweet taste of victory is not the achievement that you truly seek
There are those who carry a fire that can never be doused
Sitting on a throne of matches in an origami house
In this origami house
Sitting alone among the charcoal remains of an origami house
Bradford A King 