The light on the wall from the candle’s flame nDefies all the books filled with old clichés nThough I didn’t doubt the veracitynOf flickering belief nThe truth evident in fire’s repose nConsumes blackened wick motionless and slow nThis proves polar to what I’ve been toldn A false realitynExcite the aristocracy’s declinenReject inherited design nAnd purge the habits of the assumed life nThe lies dressed in clothing of the tamen The eyes set ablaze in the altar’s flamen Denied so we can see the world the same nBartered securitynTo plunge far below all the rusted thought nTo run to the borders of all we’re taughtn Expunge the corrupt and expired lot nOf mass identitynThe voice within is screamingnIt echoes off the ceilingnThis house is not worth livingnIf I first don’t own the floornI’m burning down to build backnWith the skeptic and the cynic nI’ll court the optimistic nThen open up the door