From where I am I can smell the smokenThey're burning something - I don't want to knownShould I really sit here and waitnand hope it blows the other waynnI wish I could seenand turn off my lungs when I run into poisoned airnwhich may finally be everywherennI don't want to go to sleepnI don't even think I need itnKeep every light turned onnbecause it seems darker than evernnAll the murderous greednignored by the ones with too many reasonsnfor keeping things runningnIf I blame them for anythingnit's nothing more than I blame on myself