It\'s about the crack, the whip
The energy
I feel the static that drips and
It\'s synergy
I am the pulse, the spark
The very beginning
That breaks through the night, the light
It\'s endless giving
I smell the fuel, the gas
Burning brighter
I spark the match, and hatch the flames
With a lighter
An explosion
The erosion
Of the start of anew
It\'s the same
As the bang
From where the bullet traveled through