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