Outside the domain of your affective powers
I had a little plastic life
It was a souvenir from a place I'd never been
On a trip I'd never taken
I kept it to remind me
I detected fire in myself before the flame
That burned it all to the ground
Burned it all to the ground
Burned it all
We met and reproduced fire in the s** electric
I lost my power of explanation
Perfect was a nice disguise, it never fit
But I still have my little plastic life to remind me
I detected fire in myself before the flame
That burned it all to the ground
Burned it all to the ground
Burned it all to the ground
Burned it all to the ground
Burned it all to the ground
Burned it all to the ground