The fire licks the metal air
Through twisting waves of clotted smoke
And putrid stench of burning hair

The window drinks the burning air
A gaping mouth that never chokes
The fire licks the metal air

The sun shines down its searing stare
A yellowed eye, a rotten yoke
And putrid stench of burning hair

And tightens round my throat a snare
With poison is my pallet soaked
The fire licks the metal air

I lean into the shining square
Salvation from the viper's stroke
And putrid stench of burning hair

And then I step into the air
Clean air wraps round me like a cloak
The fire licks the metal air
And putrid stench of burning hair