King Crimson - The Howler Lyrics
Here is the angel of the worlds desirePlaced on trialTo hide in shrouded alley sihouettesWith cigarette coiledTo stike at passing voicesDark and suspectHere is the howling ireHere is the sacred face of rendevousIn subway sourWhose grand delusions prey like intellectIn lunatic mindsIntent and focused onThe long thin matchesTo light the howling fire...No, no, not me,Burn, I dont wanna burn.....