Growing up a lonely kid had an infatuation with fire lighters, matches, whatever he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, hard Pioneering buildings that not burn Gained from his colleagues Never for a wife and son.
This would make mad The ill neglect his mom and dad him to see blood red The only relief the pain.
Ignite up the sky Tears inside, subsides the structure fall, immolate us all His destructive hate, burnt the whole down.
And it felt so good, gotta get I get caught Worst of arson the city ever saw Policeman arrives so many All my died!
Incinerating my house and everything could not save their lives Fire while everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I were I burned my away
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 structures descend And saving how I have to pretend I am a Hypocrite I am >From my father I inherited the gift to invent time-ignited 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.
at the catastrophe, I see victims around me baked Many have I taken away. I work franticly to douse the flames, diligent I to cry, hundreds wounded!
[violin by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae