The world's on fire
and there's naught I can do;
I'm stuck in my head
and I can't move through.
My thoughts are a nightmare,
they're violent and loud;
they tell me I'm finished
like a vaporous cloud.
I look to the sky
and I scream and I shout;
I beg for some mercy
from this devilish clout.
But the world is on fire
and there's naught I can do;
I'm stuck in my head
and I cannot come to.
