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Crimson flames tied through my ears
 Rollin' high and mighty traps
 Countless fire in flamin' road
 Using ideas as my map
 "We'll meet on edges, soon", said I
 Proud 'neath heated brow
 Ah, but I was so much older then
 I'm younger than that now
 In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
 At the mongrel dogs who teach
 Fearing not I'd become my enemy
 In the instant that I preach
 My existence led by confusion boats
 Mutiny from stern to bow
 Ah, but I was so much older then
 I'm younger than that now
 Yeah, but I was so much older then
 I'm younger than that now
 Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
 Too noble to neglect
 Deceived me into thinkin'
 I had something to protect
 Good and bad, I define these terms
 Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
 But I was so much older then
 I'm younger than that now