Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation fire Stealing lighters, matches, he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering buildings that would not Gained praise his colleagues Never anytime for a and son.
This would make mad The ill neglect his mom and dad him to see blood red The relief from the pain.
up the night sky Tears inside, subsides the structure fall, immolate us all His destructive hate, burnt the block down.
And it felt so good, gotta get I get caught Worst of arson the city ever saw Policeman so many casualties All my died!
Incinerating my house and everything Paramedics could not save lives Fire while everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I were I my pain away
Now that has grown, living on his own High graduate, valedictorian Becomes a fire man, to 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 that I am >From my father I the gift to invent time-ignited fires At buildings of my Then I sit and wait, for the emergency call from 911 Sirens sound, down the hospital and stadium, at the same time.
Arriving at the catastrophe, I see around me baked Many souls I taken away. I work franticly to douse the flames, moving I to cry, hundreds wounded!
[violin by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae