Rekindle

I'm driving through a dark tunnel on a hundred-fifty miles-per-hour
Adrenaline rush with a paintbrush ready to redesign my future
U-turn is not an option. I've taken my last exit, and that means
I've crossed the Point of No Return, so it's time to burn the asphalt
Time to break the blocks, and re-assemble them like Lego
I'm going to influence the evolution of modern art like Chekhov
so I let go of the world behind me, because I must grow
a tree full of life with these seeds that I threw through the threshold
Just because I carry a suitcase and a stereo, doesn't mean I'm going retro
I'm speeding my way through disasters, so I must master my way out of this ghetto
Bomb blows the city behind me
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Damn, I must be in the 2012 movie!

I'd been lying to myself, so I silenced the voice within
(crickets chirping...)
but now I SCREAM!!!
I'm not just trying to escape, I'm chasing my dream
I'd extinguished the fire, so call it "dark desire",
but now, I...
I...
I...
Rekindle

Hate drives my creativity, I write best when I'm angriest
so go ahead, motivate me! And I'll show you a beautiful mess
I'll make monuments out of shipwrecks, make masterpieces out of rejects,
build mansions in the Projects, make pain feel like sex, so call it remix
Going through the storm with Jesus,
or the space between the Mars and the Venus
is much more than going through the rough road with a V6
Yesterday, I'm in ashes; today, I'm a phoenix,
I don't have to wait for the end of the tunnel to see the light
While I'm here, I'm going to ignite, fight, and rekindle
So let there be fire! This isn't just Revelation; this is Genesis!
This  isn't the Dark Ages; this is the Renaissance!
I'm vigorous, ready to rip a regimen,
I'm tougher than the Tank Man from Tiananmen
No longer innocent, I mix venom with Vicodin
Like Captain Planet, I combined all the elements,
sell them, and make money out of these experiments
while you feel this intense hyper experience
Taste the vengeance, no remorse, I force religions
as if I'm turning prostitutes into virgins,
I'll make a fortune out of this curse, and merge it
with a burst of encouragement

I'd been lying to myself, so I silenced the voice within
(crickets chirping...)
but now I SCREAM!!!
I'm not just trying to escape, I'm chasing my dream
I'd extinguished the fire, so call it "dark desire",
but now, I...
I...
I...
Rekindle



(C) F.J. Bayog (August 2010)