Spontaneous Combustion

(M. Frechette, J Collins)

Making the body count, its embodied in the nature

By the end of the flight

I don't hear sound of wrinkle in the curtain

On the biggest stage

I think a calming down, way down

Will make it all right, a stagnant site

Requires movement through the light

A Fire burns another plight tonight!!

I fall,the spring it sparks the weather

The autumn breathes in her

Fair maiden tressel, human vessel

Life pushed on the Kings velvet chair

Are men the martyrs?Wheres the water?

Cause I 'm almost there,I am almost there

Waiting for a trip,

At last a longer journey

Adventurous pioneers

In the endless abyss...

Acting out your part

As the fancy fed on nails

Opportunity to grab the light

Continually failed....