Lonely Man Burning

this war is over

I'm getting sober in my head

I'm growing older

leaving the colder man for dead

over my shoulder

I loose control again and again

I'm out of order

but on a concrete fundamentfeed the burning man inside

try to, try to

feed the burning man tonight

this empty dayride

these lonely days that never end

are out of viewlast night I was floating

I saw the flames inside a house

the door wide open

the firebirds were flying outI wrote it in my book: 'it's the mystery you can't control'

the women, alcohol, the misery in your best friends call

you'll get your share of all this reality TV, somewhere,

keep dreaming