Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation with lighters, matches, whatever he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering that would not burn Gained praise from his Never for a wife and son.
would make Blaine mad The ill neglect his mom and dad him to see blood red The only relief the pain.
Ignite up the 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 so many casualties All my died!
Incinerating my and everything inside Paramedics could not save their Fire struck everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I were I burned my away
Now Blaine has grown, living on his own High graduate, valedictorian a fire man, to cleanse his soul.
But the arsonist in his mind is still alive, him on!
Starting fires again building descend And saving how I have to pretend I am a that I am >From my I inherited the gift to invent time-ignited fires At of my choice Then I sit and wait, for the emergency call from 911 sound, burning down the hospital and stadium, Both at the time.
Arriving at the catastrophe, I see victims me baked Many have I taken away. I franticly to douse the flames, moving diligent I to cry, hundreds wounded!
[violin by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae