Firelight Video (MV)

In the lanterns carful candlelight,
In the phantom night,
There's a sight that man admires,
And stares and glares with their desires,
To catch a glance from enchanted eyes,
And get the chance to dance with fire,
Accept the hand, it's tantalizing,
It's titillating,
I can't decide,
I'm still debating,
I'll analyze these scribbled pages
Pantomime being killed by hanging
While you fantasize of being filthy rich, and guilty famous,
It's exhilarating,
But we're ill-equipped with the skills to make it,
Little kids concealing faces,
Skittles fill their pillowcases,
Brittle boned, they're built to break
Trying to milk the stone,
I'll spill the tea,
Until they know, their will ain't free
Instill no hope, fulfill no dreams,
On pills OD'd,
No need though, for those that know me
I don't toke trees, or soak in OE,
Or slowly go comatose, overdose, sleep
From dope and OCs
Road an old steed, like rodeos
Lead, to lonely roads,
Weak and vulnerable,
Deep emotional needs
Reap what you sow,
We only throw seeds, that mostly grow weeds,
Even so we, can't keep the crow's feet,
From creeping closely,
To eat your soul, feast on the bone,
And feed the whole street
When we see the glows beam,
Then people go fiend,
Fleece for their wool,
Like sheep to Bo Peep
Like a moth in the firelight
We were lost in the times
Endless night without dawning
On a cold winters night you will find me
Like a moth in the firelight
We were lost in the times
Endless night without dawning
On a cold winters night you will find me
We were all just kids, that we're drawn to the zeitgeist,
On that shit like moths to the firelight
Oxycontin, Suboxone , cyanide
I lost in the times,
I was watching as if it was caught in my blindside,
Contacts in,
I saw it in hindsight,
Cross that bridge
Jogging a fine line,
Cock back, click,
Gone with a bang,
Never had a shot, or a say
What I got in my bag,
Is a lot to unpack,
You don't want to relate,
Got a cross on my back
And I'm hauling the weight,
Hollering wait,
Can I get a pause, or a break,
So I screech to a halt
And I stop in the lane,
And I popped out the tape,
And I tossed it away,
Cause every song that play
Is always the same,
They're nodding their heads,
And they bob to the bass,
And the content reflects, what is wrong with this place,
It's a zombie effect, and it's rotting their brain
And it's not gonna change,
It's all dollars and cents,
It's a common refrain,
So we follow the trends, and it's off to the bank,
And we bought it, and pay for the lives,
Every fable and lie that they gave us,
Enabled the anger, to thrive,
Walking a plank, with an anchor that's tied to our ankles,
Grateful to die,
Cause we're tanked every day,
So we ain't no strangers, or taking a dive,
K through 8 to Quaaludes and K2 baked in grade school,
Hey,
It's way too late, to pay and make dues,
Create new waves, to wade and break through,
808's boom and bang, and shake rooms,
Pray to Jesus, like say it ain't true,
Or blame today's youth, the way that they do,
Go straight to the flame, and blaze the haze
Like a moth in the firelight
We were lost in the times
Endless night without dawning
On a cold winter night you will find me
Like a moth in the firelight
We were lost in the times
Endless night without dawning
On a cold winter night you will find me