Into the Fire

Someone gathers the best ideas 
  And burns them 
  Something's broken 
  Someone's spoken 
  Of no return 
  Burn all the rabid ideas 
  Out in the hallway 
  Something comes in a great procession 
  Calling my name 

  And I don't know why 
  I do what I do 
  I can break that window 
  I can hurl myself into that fire 
  Into that fire burns 
  Burns 

  Now the cycle's spinning down 
  But no one 
  No one at all 
  Comes out of the forest with a magic wand to spell me 
  Electric burns in its camoflauge 
  Won't clear the air 
  Something comes in a great procession 
  Calling my name 

  And I don't know why 
  I do what I do 
  I can smash that doorway 
  I can hurl myself into that fire 

  Is that free 
  Calling me 
  To that fire 

  Here I go 
  Burning slow 
  In that fire 
  Into that fire 
  Baby burn baby burn baby burn 
  Burn