Fire In -- Fire Out: Benedict Arnold Knew That

For the past seven months
I've been building my wings
Fine tuning and dusting off the gears
Polishing the gold exterior you no longer deserve
The ash from your cigarette has fallen atop them
Coating my lungs with a pitch black smoke
You stopped lusting for my wings

Your lust and my now filthy wings

I'll walk around and cling to the God who brought me out of Egypt
In exile
Waiting for an exodus
While he builds my Sinai through the hands of its' destroyer
Knowing I've only poured my being on top of a wall
Feeling the abrasive wounds
Friction can create
Allowing mankind to see each shard of my heart
And count the drops of poison it now dons

My Sinai has been destroyed
And my wings aren't built to take me anywhere else

But I'll cling to the God
Who sees through your capitalism
Impatient lust and selfish greed
Sinai is my home

Fire in fire out
Prudence is my prayer for you poor child

Scooters

You are here to distill all of the fire that I allow to harvest inside of my veins
that burns up all the love I've ever known
The sea can only break in so many rhythmic swells, my dear

There is a beauty inside my bones
Coating every action, kiss and word I've ever known
And I'm begging you to taste the movement I create

There's a King inside of my ribcage I'm dying for you to meet
He'll teach you a thing or two about the color of my eyes
But the sea can only break in so many rhythmic swells, my dear