opened my eyes fire had come not for the end of days not for the faithless ones not for vision understood burns because it has to burn change will happen whether we are still or moving breathe in waves of doubt bitter in your mouth you will exhale cinnamon clouds when it is quiet and still i can feel older here change what i can and pray that hope will not disappear when we are not denying anything nothing is an enemy delicately balancing the perfect world ride these waves of doubt bitter in your mouth you will exhale cinnamon clouds writhe in waves of doubt touch me inside out and i will exhale primal shout i understand the fire will come not for the strength of will or passions of anyone i understand the fire will come not for the end of days not for the faithless ones