Growing up a kid Blaine had an infatuation with fire Stealing lighters, matches, whatever he get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering buildings would not burn praise from his colleagues Never anytime for a and son.
This would Blaine mad The ill from his mom and dad Infuriates him to see red The only from the pain.
Ignite up the sky inside, pain subsides Watch the structure fall, us all His destructive hate, burnt the whole down.
And it felt so good, gotta get Before I get Worst of arson the city ever saw Policeman arrives so casualties All my died!
Incinerating my house and inside Paramedics could not their 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 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 lives how I have 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 emergency call 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 franticly to douse the flames, moving diligent I to cry, hundreds wounded!
[violin by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae