No Risk

Smoke from an ignition Confined to a room Scared to tear the walls down The oxygen consumed Back draft Flashover Don't risk it Ride it Let it burn Rust in the gears Dusty from age Stuck in a track that is left on repeat What once was fresh has become spoiled The rotten old guard No way Go away Don't let it out Year after year Repeating the Same old thing How can you be so afraid So neophobic Outdated, misguided rage Confused ethics The sounds of a formula Made before You were born Per conservative tradition