Burning down

Holy ground

Setting fire to Eden’s promise

They must confess

It's a mess

Plastic people

Melting in the oven

Fuelled by the fire

Of their desires

People who can't explain

Or retain

Why they do

The things they do

Torching the ark

Denying their part

Brains boiling in the Sun

And it's only just begun

Ignoring the power

Of a simple flower

Or its part

In healing a heart

The people pressure cooker

Looks weird to me

Why they can't be see

This thing must explode

Further down the road