• There's a little boy down bleow
    Sitting on the non-existant floor
    In a non-existant room
    On top of the non-existant world
    He draws a circle of gasoline all around
    Takes out a match
    And lit his whole world on fire

    This is my holy ground, he says
    This is my shelter, he says
    This is my blessing, he says
    And he sits in his circle of flames
    Warm, satisfied, content
    Now I'm perfectly safe, he thinks
    Nothing can penetrate my walls of flame
    And harm is nowhere near my sight

    The little boy falls asleep in the warmth
    he wakes up and the flame is licking the sky
    He then begins to panic
    I must find an exit, he says
    I must find a way out, he says
    I must leave my shelter, he says
    But the flames all around are taller than his head,
    Scolding his tender young hands
    There is no exit; there is no way out


    There's an old man down below
    Sitting on the non-existant floor
    In a non-existant room
    On top of the non-existant world
    there's a circle of fire around him;
    the flames taller than his ancient head
    I have to get out, he says
    I must escape, he says
    This is my holy ground, he says
    This is my shelter, he says
    This is my blessing, he says
    This is my curse.