The Stranger at My Door

I have seen the fire watcher'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
 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 fire watcher's daughter
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 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
 Yeah, the good ol' bedtime story's 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 (well)
 But there ain't no hell for a fire watcher's daughter