Onto the blaze cold water soon will fall
The ash is acrid, oily its veneer
And cut down is the poppy standing tall

A youth with smarts but terrifying squall
But peals of praise perversely I would hear
Onto the blaze cold water soon will fall

They'd kept me like a showhorse in a stall
To laud with lies and light with chandeliers
And cut down is the poppy standing tall

For years in vain I sank in vitriol
To find my fire was false, and fed on fear
Onto the blaze cold water soon will fall

For years I draped about, a useless doll
All drunk with dammed-up dreams and dabblings dear
And cut down is the poppy standing tall

There's nothing special of me after all.
And holding on has held me helpless here;
Onto the blaze cold water soon will fall,
And cut down is the poppy standing tall.