With fire in my eyes, I mold the world to my desire,
With fire in my soul I build the home, nobody shall conquer,
I spit fire when I fight and search for truth,
I’m the fire, I’m the fire, while I am the burning youth.
But fire comes and goes when all that stays is air,
And it would be only fair to say that once I’m old and the fire dies,
My children will ignite their share of air and earth to go and light on through this endless curse.