the devil dances at twinkling light from the bright fool's candle,
but when chance is near, no time to fear, for u've already lost ur handle,
too many wicks, not enough fuel to win this duel of fire,
u done burned ur O2 on the flames who know u, but can't tell ur true attire,
cuz they only wanna fan the flames, without any hesitation,
cuz tho the words exit their lips, it's not their candle's presentation.