extrication

you sit in a chair refusing to smile

they've taken your soul 

they've made you feel mild

but you know deep inside 

you're deep and you're wild

you're a redhead on fire 

you're a pagan Goth child

you wake up and dance

you stomp and you rage

you head-bang in trance

you reach a new stage

you sweat and you burn 

you smile and you die

a new life is formed

as you fly to the sky

©paul viel 2004