Set this house on fire. Dreams made flesh on the wire
(Oh no, here come the hot stepper. Here come the bee corpse collector)
And burn it to the ground, smoke and ash all around
(Oh no, here come the fast fashion, mistaking daydream for action)
It's the first time, won't be the last time
Never lose that feeling
Darkness rides again. Dreams made flesh stain your skin
(Oh no, he come with the quickness, mistaking gangrene for fitness)
And we are set free now from this prison of a house
(Now no one else will get into all of the shit that we've been through)