| "My Thoughts Feed the Fire" | |
| Your convictions are my afflictions What lifts you up just brings me down I can't imagine it makes you happy To see the pain you spread around Your position in this world Makes you think that you are right You got the power for an hour But come the time, I will fight And if Hell were any hotter And if my thoughts could feed the fire I would burn up every copy Of everything that you desire Your convictions are my afflictions Your evidence is not conclusive Your insinstence on your revisions Is something I find so destructive There are children in Sao Paolo Who have never heard your name They run the streets and try to eat But they don't play your stupid games And if Hell were any hotter and if my thoughts could feed the fire I would burn up every copy of everything that you desire I would place them on a bonfire With all your lies and lists of names Of every one in all the prisons Who never hurt a mortal soul 'Cause your convictions Are my afflictions | |