A spark, a fire, a flame, a start.
Pour gasoline on me, soak me in Kerosene, lit me on fire.
It purifies, it destroys, it makes all anew.
Make me feel this fire or let the cold waters give me sweet death.

I can't comprehend you, I don't understand how you spark.
It is a mystery, it is unknown, is it the meaning of life?
It can't be, I won't let it be.  It is a crude way to starting anew.
Let me freeze and die on the bitter cold next to the white snow.

They say it's love at first sight.  They say it's meant to be.
I say it's all a farse, I say it's all an excuse to let me down.
They say its sudden and it strikes like lighting.  
I rather live ten thousand years of certain ice than live in lighting.

Sweet relief is all I seek from this fire making myth.
Pour cold water on me, soak me in solitude, let me freeze until purple.
Because I refuse to believe in a world that is so feeble.
Where a moment determines the rest of our lives.

jalc 2003