Here is the angel of the world's desire
  Placed on trial
  To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes
  With cigarette coiled
  To stike at passing voices
  Dark and suspect
  Here is the howling ire
  
  Here is the sacred face of rendevous
  In subway sour
  Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
  In lunatic minds
  Intent and focused on
  The long thin matches
  To light the howling fire...
  
  No, no, not me,
  Burn, I don't wanna burn.....