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Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rollin' high and mighty traps pounced with fire on flaming roads

Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," Said I

Proud 'neath heated brow ah, but I was so much older then,

I'm younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed

Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers foundation deep, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach

My pathway led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect

Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect

Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now