Growing up a kid Blaine had an infatuation with fire lighters, matches, whatever he could get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering that would not burn Gained praise his colleagues Never for a wife and son.
This would make mad The ill from his mom and dad him to see blood red The relief from the pain.
Ignite up the sky inside, pain subsides Watch the fall, immolate us all His hate, burnt the whole block down.
And it so good, gotta get away Before I get Worst case of arson the ever saw Policeman arrives so casualties All my died!
Incinerating my house and inside Paramedics could not save their struck while everyone was sleeping Heaps of seared flesh, I was I dreaming I burned my pain
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 alive, urging him on!
Starting again building 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 I sit back and wait, for the emergency call from 911 Sirens sound, burning down the and stadium, Both at the 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 Yost, backing vocals by Jae Foetusgrubber]