Growing up a kid Blaine had an infatuation with fire lighters, matches, whatever he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering buildings that not burn Gained praise his colleagues anytime for a wife and son.
This would Blaine mad The ill neglect his mom and dad him to see blood red The only relief the pain.
up the night sky Tears inside, pain Watch the fall, immolate us all His destructive hate, the whole block down.
And it so good, gotta get away I get caught Worst of arson the city ever saw Policeman arrives so many All my died!
Incinerating my and everything inside Paramedics not save their lives Fire while everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I dreaming I burned my pain
Now that has grown, living on his own school graduate, valedictorian Becomes a man, to cleanse his soul.
But the in his mind is still alive, urging him on!
Starting fires again building descend And lives how I have to pretend I am a Hypocrite I am >From my father I inherited the to invent time-ignited fires At of my choice Then I sit back and wait, for the call from 911 Sirens sound, down the hospital and stadium, Both at the time.
Arriving at the catastrophe, I see around me baked Many have I taken away. I work franticly to douse the flames, moving I to cry, hundreds wounded!
by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae Foetusgrubber]