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Crimson flames tied through my ears
 Rollin' high and mighty traps
 Pounced with fire on flaming roads
 Using ideas as my maps
 "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
 Half-racked prejudice leaped forth
 "Rip down all hate," I screamed
 Lies that life is black and white
 Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
 Romantic flanks of musketeers
 Foundationed deep, somehow
 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 that 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
 My guard stood hard when abstract threats
 Too noble to neglect
 Deceived me into thinking
 I had something to protect
 Good and bad, I define these terms
 Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
 Ah, but I was so much older then
 I'm younger than that now
 I was so much older then
 I'm younger than that now