One more young writer slid away in the nightnOver the border he will drown in lightnHold it - wait a minutenI can't read my writing, my own writing!nLike tiny insects in the palm of historynA domino effect in a cloud ofmysterynMy writing is an iron fistnIn a glove full of vaselinenDip the fuse in the kerosenenI too become a dissidentn nCourting disaster we ran in the nightnWings of an angel torn in flightnCheck it - verify itnIt's all here in writing, down in writing!nAt the hands of the pressnAnd in the eyes of the governmentnI fell from gracenI too became a dissidentnLike tiny insects in the palm of historynA domino effect and an early end to this storynMy writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaselinenBut dip the fuse in the kerosenenI too become a dissident.