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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 that I'd become my enemy 

In the instance 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 

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