Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation with Stealing lighters, matches, he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering buildings that would not Gained praise from his Never anytime for a and son.
This would make mad The ill from his mom and dad Infuriates him to see red The only from the pain.
up the night sky Tears inside, subsides Watch the fall, immolate us all His destructive hate, burnt the whole down.
And it so good, gotta get away Before I get Worst case of the city ever saw Policeman so many casualties All my died!
Incinerating my and everything inside Paramedics could not save their Fire while everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I dreaming I burned my pain
Now that Blaine has grown, on his own school graduate, valedictorian Becomes a fire man, to his soul.
But the in his mind is still alive, urging him on!
fires again building structures descend And saving lives how I to pretend I am a that 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, at the same time.
Arriving at the catastrophe, I see victims around me souls have I taken away. I franticly to douse the flames, moving diligent I start to cry, wounded!
by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae Foetusgrubber]