Fire, fire
Burning bright
In your eyes
In my soul.

Fire, fire
Forever flaming
In my eyes
In your soul.

So I have a confession

My dad's a cop

Yeah, my dad's a cop he's worked his job for 30 long years
In that time he's probably seen a lot of messed up things that would probably drive most to insane laughter or ****** bitter tears.

Now you may be asking.. wait where are you going with this?
Are you going to register some harsh anti police sentiment?

Much like there is good and bad in the world, there are good and bad cops
That's true, and most are in agreement that these problems are a avoidable and should stop.
The fact there needs to be a distinction between "good" and "bad" cop
Is already a problem, so it seems as if we're ******* already from the top.

But, call me an incurable optimist
Because I think and know in my heart that we'll find a way out of this bloodstained mist
Not through division, but unity
And when we finally move beyond this... what a day that'll be...

Although I'm howling in exhilaration
And despair and excitement
The world continues with
Hardly a sigh.
Perhaps grains of sand shifted
Or maybe clouds died
And the waves stop for a moment
To undo their lies.
But the rest of the world
Continues with hardly a sigh.