Party At The Nest

When desire waits in its place, it fights, it sits then turns into garbage

You get busy smoothing thoughts in the night of waves

When you could attack, reducing them to their grave

With a box of matches and a head full of smoke

You can read flames in a tunnel where you hear the blasts

"There's a war out there", you tell your past

It replies "Just party at the nest and never look back"