Don't Drink and Drance

I would like to burn this down I would like to burn this down I would like to see it melt in yellow And observe a cloud of blackness A cloud of blackness rise Watch it rise as it is wrath himself Watch it rise Crows will flee the scene as if to Remind me how long it's been Since I have seen a dove Since I have seen a dove Melt in yellow as I do Exhaustion and mother of tribulation Wound by wound I torture myself Wound by wound, I will persevere Whiteness Present yourself as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being What we've known is like cigarettes What we've known is like cigarettes Formaldehyde fingers