Fear, Anger, Joy, Desire All swim together in a chemical fire It torches all it touches in a fit of ire Raging uncontained like an unmanned pyre Like poor, young Phineas who can't gauge what's going down If there's an avenue you're gonna go to town So frayed and torn, every thought born finds such an easy way out Like poor, young Phineas missing part of his crown The aperture is open as wide as it goes The embouchure, I'm hopin', has the courage to close The temperature is risin'; the hot air blows The sea can't give back what the river bestows Guardian angel in the front of my head She filters all that goes in or out And protects me from dangerous feelings Like Fear, Anger, and Love