Flames
The office block’s swarming with us, we’re into session, we’re working on figures
Things
They’re the bosses, they tell us to break courses, those we’ve ridden thus far
Dreams
I’m in the dock on this one, living large, but bugged by looming detour, recourse to blurs
Wigs
We must cover up, be clowns, be circus dons, dunces to diabolical deeds, collective thieves
Ashes
Let them burn, the lies they try to style, strategize about saying, making mean mines
Even if it means my dreams and things burn to ashes

Real
They drew me in, circled about my way, cut me out
Tight spot
They put me on the podium, played the prank, told me to choose between being chaste, and its loss in a haste
Worst cost
They set their eyes on me, watched for the roses to rot, lest they detest and unfriend me
I stuck to it, shooed him off, fixed my eyes on Him
Loss
They labelled me fool, fanatic, fashionless, left me friendless
I’ll stay firm, even if the real cost is the loss of all my company

Pride
Where there’s much, shoulders may rise high, heads may blow wide
Hyped
The busts of me are cut, praise of me is sang, I struggle to keep my show hung
Low
The noise gains momentum, calls for me to come off that race, to cause my wheels to come off
Remain
I’ll just remember my bones and a broad street beggar’s aren’t dissimilar
Unchanged
They’ll call, kick, curse for more of me, but less of me and more of Him I’ll be, give
Show

You will never run from the battlefield
The soldier will stand his ground, advance with trumpet’s sound
Surfing as held, firm and free through battering sea waves, never wavering
Fear may rise to sink us, sap us clean of resolve, make us revolve around silly temporal precepts
We’ll stay the course, we’ll win the war, we’ll sing the victory song
For to us has been given this great grace
This grace we have, to cycle over fire.