Pro Anti Anti

They brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap your head 'round The burn that earns the gleam, red crystals shine above a yacht They put an axe in them, those ripe with complications Like cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's out A hug I give myself, good ones can make me smile Make amends to well fed men, they fatten more than feed Clawed upon like guilt through time, or sleep collects to sheets I built a tower, sealed the door, slept clear my memory Pain stress and sorrow, from the world that blurs the me from me They built advanced machines, I'm short a foot or two from proud The crook that turns the key, some preschool spy they blew apart That covered half the land, with spring's first white carnations Like cars into a tree, I'll die before the fire's out I brood in ecstasy, a thought to wrap my head around