Purifier

Meet the man who holds an axe
cnd a dream in his hand
Often he waits for the world to understand
Shuffling between the wrong and the right
Here comes the son giving way to the night
He lets the silence speak to his vacillation
Overwhelms his mind with complication
He'll sigh and say, ""sometimes it's best to leave it alone.”
 
That's when i turn to him and tell him
 “Baby, throw it in the fire”
You see the treasure in your distance
But what's in your way
I say to hell with it all
If it can't get me where I'm going
I'm going to the purifier
 
Here comes the tungsten woman
Trying hard to hold the light
Creating illusions, telling her wrongs
Tryna make it right
She summons the masses
But won't own up to her might
Here comes the queen giving way to Late Nights
She lets her conscience speak to her indecision
He says, “darling, doubt in oneself
Is a false religion
She'll sigh and say
“Sometimes it's best to lose control”
 
Well hear me out baby
I think you need to throw it in the fire
I see the gift in your eyes
But what's in your way
I say to hell with it all
if it can't get me where I'm going
I'm going to the purifier