Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation with Stealing lighters, matches, he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, hard Pioneering buildings would not burn Gained praise from his Never for a wife and son.
This make Blaine mad The ill neglect his mom and dad Infuriates him to see red The only relief the pain.
Ignite up the sky Tears inside, pain Watch the fall, immolate us all His hate, burnt the whole block down.
And it felt so good, gotta get Before I get Worst case of arson the ever saw arrives so many casualties All my died!
Incinerating my house and inside Paramedics not save their lives struck while everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I dreaming I my pain away
Now Blaine has grown, living on his own school graduate, valedictorian Becomes a fire man, to his soul.
But the arsonist in his mind is still alive, him on!
Starting fires again building structures And saving how I have to pretend I am a that I am >From my father I inherited the to invent time-ignited fires At buildings of my Then I sit back and wait, for the emergency from 911 Sirens sound, burning down the and stadium, at the same time.
Arriving at the catastrophe, I see victims me baked souls have I taken away. I work franticly to douse the flames, moving I to cry, hundreds wounded!
[violin by Dylan Yost, backing by Jae Foetusgrubber]