Sometimes I see you outside my window
Tending to the white-hot holy flame
The light that some wear like a crown
The blaze that burns whole cities down
The fire that the rubes call for by name
And when I gaze too long in the inferno
Gradually I feel so incomplete
The spark of primitive desire
I want to set my head on fire
And maybe then I'll finally feel some heat
I'm convinced that if you ever touched me
I'd become a statue made of gold
Noble, bright, and paralyzed
Lost in reticence as I
Am hammered down to build a better mould
But maybe I should listen to my ego
Maybe I should let you touch my skin
A momentary lapse in sense
To have a taste of decadence
It's hard to tame the avarice within
David White - The White Hot Holy Flame (Of Capitalism) Lyrics
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Sometimes I see you outside my window
Tending to the white-hot holy flame
The light that some wear like a crown
The blaze that burns whole cities down
The fire that the rubes call for by name
And when I gaze too long in the inferno
Gradually I feel so incomplete
The spark of primitive desire
I want to set my head on fire
And maybe then I'll finally feel some heat
I'm convinced that if you ever touched me
I'd become a statue made of gold
Noble, bright, and paralyzed
Lost in reticence as I
Am hammered down to build a better mould
But maybe I should listen to my ego
Maybe I should let you touch my skin
A momentary lapse in sense
To have a taste of decadence
It's hard to tame the avarice within
Tending to the white-hot holy flame
The light that some wear like a crown
The blaze that burns whole cities down
The fire that the rubes call for by name
And when I gaze too long in the inferno
Gradually I feel so incomplete
The spark of primitive desire
I want to set my head on fire
And maybe then I'll finally feel some heat
I'm convinced that if you ever touched me
I'd become a statue made of gold
Noble, bright, and paralyzed
Lost in reticence as I
Am hammered down to build a better mould
But maybe I should listen to my ego
Maybe I should let you touch my skin
A momentary lapse in sense
To have a taste of decadence
It's hard to tame the avarice within
Writer: David White
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