They would push it in they would turn and twistnThey would laugh as the blade entered my backnI will burn them down, I will turn them outnI will plan on the ways I can get them backnnIt was in sightnElectric lightnAll growing dimnTwo wires thinnLike burning flintnDown to the sticknIt was so sicknTwo wires thicknnThey would push it in, they would grind and twistnThey would laugh at the blade as it entered my backnI will tear them out, I will burn them downnI have reached the end of the line and this timennIt was in sightnElectric lightnAll growing dimnTwo wires thinnLike burning flintnDown to the sticknIt was so sicknTwo wires thicknI will get you back