Who tends the fire?
Who keeps the torches lit?
Who fills your eyes with smoke?
So you can't see
I need the fire
I need the torches lit
To see through all the smoke covering me

I have seen the fires burning
Burning through the night
I have watched, the tides a turning
And they go from dark to light

What is this meaning?
What does this writing mean?
Where do I go?
What do I do for now?
Propheces are foolish
They never last
They never speak the truth
So why are they calling me now?

I don't know, cause I cannot see
All I'm sure is gotta be
I'm not sure that I'm even me
But I know that I gotta be
Yes, I know that you're gonna die
Birth, life, death, is the reason why
Save those fears that you're gonna cry
Cause I know that you're gonna die
Yes, I know I cannot see
And I'm sure that I gotta be
All these voices are killin' me
But they say that I got
Say that I got
Say that I gotta be me

Who tends the fire?
Who keeps the torches lit?
Who fill your eyes with smoke?
So you can't see
I need the fire
I need the torches lit to see