The Stranger At My Door

I have seen the firewatcherâ??s daughter. Watching fires burn from smoke to black. There's nothing she won't burn, from styrofoam to urns. To someone else's ashes in a sack... (..oh god i love her) You can scorch the metal, you can even melt the glass. You can pass the time here, fire lives into the past An all-consuming flame, that refines and new begins It'll take your family heirlooms, but it can take your darkest sins It's a good ol' bedtime story, give you nightmares 'til you die And the ones that love to tell it, hide the mischief in their eyes Condemn their sons to hades And gehenna is full of guys, alive and well But there ain't no hell for a firewatcher's daughter Woooooooo Woooooooo Woooooo We exercise the demons of the things we used to know The gnashing of the teeth become the remnants of our homes We think we're moving on, from materials we long To forget we ever sold our souls to own There's a chilling absolution that we're given from our birth A powerful delusion and a plague upon the earth But nothing scares me more Than the stranger at my door Who i fail to give shelter, time, and worth It's a good ol' bedtime story, give you nightmares 'til you die And the ones that love to tell it, hide the mischief in their eyes Condemn their sons to hades And gehenna is full of guys, alive and well But there ain't no hell for a firewatcher's daughter