Shaken World

Spinning tales,
Spinning desire,
Its all dangerous like playing with fire,
Its just a matter of how you work the weaves,
Makes it show how it will be conceived,
Its all about killing your sorrows,
Wish that you knew what would come tomorrow,
Its an end of a wish,
The delicacy of that forbidden dish,
You'll stomp on the ground,
While you run around,
Its just a matter of desire, 
When you eat the fire,
The ground will shake,
As if it is awake,
You'll be thought of as the world shaker,
And be curious about its maker,
You'll run the breadth of your sanity,
With barely a thought for humanity,
You'll lose your self in the desolation,
And live in complete isolation,
Then you'll hear the deep beat,
And jump up onto your feet,
And sing the triumphant song,
Because now the world shaker is gone.