If I'm burning know that I burned for you,
If I'm dying know that I died for you too.
What we've done will someday become
the things we weren't supposed to do.
They say that youth is wasted on the young,
Honest thoughts from cliche tongues.
As for brevity, was it the soul of wit?
Well, consider those feelings that could never quite fit
to oh us three philosophers (our words left alight)
were burning like a fire in the middle of the night.
We are small cogs in a greater machine
the world around us is cold iron, you and me are the grease.
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