The Organization - Free Burning lyrics

Lights alive tantalize Littered streets of despair Weaving thru the fabric's ooze Sneaking with silent care Darkness moving down the hall Creeping sounds creaking out Shadowy shapes, black in form Bump the room door sound The room door sound Free burning Rolling in, destined to find a place Free burning Sparks of light Free burning Rolling in Free burning Past the little red burning, burning wagon along the walls The walls are tuning of grey Living balloons circle part of the room Down, down in the corner, in the corner to play So go upstairs to the attic packed Where knowledge and books and pictures become one In the scheme of things Once something's finished There's always something to be done Free burning Savoring the minute at hand Free burning Flames are high Free burning Savoring Free burning In the race to capture the chase After all is done and done Forgetting what memory finds Start anew, star anew with more to lose Return to the scene of the grime