If fire is what must become of me,
Then let it not temperate be.
Let it light my world on fire,
Engulf all indulgent desire.
Have it set the streets ablaze
Lest I dare hope my soul be saved.
Ash will fall all around me,
As my eyes turn everything to dust I see.

You can throw your pails of water,
Sprinkle all the sand you'd like-
But you lit this match years ago,
And now burning is all I know.