There is a great furnace in you just waiting to be lit
Strike a match in that cold black hole
Do you hear the ether ignite? Now you know what hunger is…
Break the chair you’re sitting in and stoke that fire
Run around like a crazy person and throw in everything that isn’t you
There is no fuel shortage here!
Strike a match in that cold black hole
Do you hear the ether ignite? Now you know what hunger is…
Break the chair you’re sitting in and stoke that fire
Run around like a crazy person and throw in everything that isn’t you
There is no fuel shortage here!
~Grace Gibson
