The furnace runs on souls,
Spirits burn and turn to ash
and leak out through the holes.

The stars are far away,
The sun is close to planet earth,
We know that we can't stay.

Light must be a street,
Lamps can burn like center camps,
And send us while they leak

to live our lives
on moving *****
and close our eyes
like disco *****.
Sparks and shimmering lights.