I. SET MY FIRE

Fill the tank for my longest trip yet
With anger, clenched fists, and gritted teeth
Rage is my fuel, it drives and steers me
Nothing else is strong enough any more
Complacence isn’t made for me
It’s made to break
Like mirrors; shards and blood.
A scream is always heard,
No matter what you say;
Scream until my throat is raw;
That’s the only way.

I subscribe to the thirty-ought thought process,
Packed with powder, no reverse
Pull the trigger;
Magnum implacable
No turning back and the safety’s off.
Stare down the barrel of my forty-five caliber rage
Either get behind the hammer
Or get the fuck down
‘Cause I can’t turn a silver bullet backwards,
and I can’t pull the stake back out,
And I can’t turn the screw without stripping the threads,
There are no rose-colored safety glasses
No matter WHAT color your glasses are,
You can see the fire in the cellar
You can see the whipping post coming down

You can see the torches in the night
Each a set of eyes; a loaded shell
Each a set of eyes just like me

That thirty-ought mind set spreads like fire
Rage is the only fuel left.
When you water down everything else,
Rage is all that’s left.

Lock and load and burn this fucker down,
‘Cause there isn’t enough water in the world
To put out my fire.

II. LET IT BURN

Lock and load and clench that fist
Scream through the silence, let your message drift
Throw that bottle right out into the waves;
Maybe someone’ll find it when they need it
A chained soul might be able to defeat it
And stand tall with one foot in the grave.

I found that bottle and I popped the cap
I looked inside and I dropped the cap
Because I would never close it up again;
I clenched my fist tight as it would go
And I haven’t even THOUGHT of letting go
And I won’t smile and pretend

Open up that thirty-ought draught and swallow
Raise my fist to lead instead of follow
Scream out my purpose so I know I’m heard;
Dropping bombs at the top of my tortured lungs
While my teeth bite thought my tortured tongue
And I try but I will never change the world.

Take that fist I put through the wall
Raise it in the air for you all
The masses under-thumb I intend to incite;
Scrawl my message wherever I can
If you can crawl, then you can stand
Never put out the fires I ignite.

III. SMOKE SIGNALS

Incite to ignite
And step right up to the fire
Visions like pistons
And burn the life-stealing vampires
Destroy and employ
And carve out your gears from life

Denounce and renounce
But machine marches through the strife
I lie and to cry
Tears do not affect this machine
Bloody hands muddy
From digging graves for the unclean

IV. DELUGE

Chained wrists welded fast to machine,
I cannot reach my rage;
Contraband, hidden deep, deep inside,
Just outside of my cage.
Tortured and chained;
Deformed and maimed.

But I remember how it felt to defy,
The way my spirit soared;
The blows that flew from my tongue,
To join that raised-fist roar.
Tortured and chained;
Grimace deranged.

Clench my fist where no one can see,
Remember bloody-knuckles;
A scream choked off in my throat,
Machine rumbles cynical chuckles.
Tortured and chained;
Always misnamed.

Watch the embers glow and sputter,
Turning gray and smoldering;
Rage grows old and weak inside,
Raised fist left moldering.
Tortured and chained;
Tortured and chained.

V. SPARK

A bottle washed up on the shore,
Empty, nothing left.
It’s all inside you, inside me,
Safe from theft.

The power in your hands infinite,
Implacable hatred.
The fire in your eyes can never,
Never be drenched.

Put some fuel on the fire,
Let it burn on.
Use it to keep you going,
To mourn on.

Cut the cord with broken,
Broken shattered glass.
Glass from broken mirrors,
Handing shards to mass.

Met go and stoke up the fire,
Let is consume you.
Be the change you want to see,
Don’t let them remove you.