The Fire

The drapes have been mistaken now Born out to reveal the crowd Mistaken by its own discretion Born by its own intention to Paradise lost and found The drapes have been mistaken now The crowd taken to delight of the found out The type of rhythm for no type of right child Luxurious with no drapes In from the cavern and out of the way Say, how you came to be how you came to see From the black to white the deep duality It reach far way beyond and far out of reach Far beyond the cave core do you see Do you see comfort in fire? The fire Business on a sleeping man's chest Silence now in the name of respect Silence now in the name of a code that Came down from open holes in four walls Have you been told of the fortune? Or is it on you Crown, gold Fold, adorn Stole, all Came on your own Woken by the rays of a day Coming down down through the drapes Down the walls then it cascade In and out beyond the holes face Fire is the only method in and out Moving all the waves from the ceiling down, know about Love, hate, death, repair the true terms Deeper than the whispers coming out from the urns Turn now and deceive your seemed fate Turn now to see the drapes in a blaze Haze, face the way in a rage Hidden by the seams of a drapes face Burn now, as the fire it earns Burn now, as the fire it turns, The question now if one should ever yearn for Comfort in fire The fire Have you been told of the fortune? Have you been told of the fortune?