Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an with fire Stealing lighters, matches, whatever he get Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working Pioneering that would not burn praise from his colleagues Never for a wife and son.
This make Blaine mad The ill from his mom and dad Infuriates him to see red The relief from the pain.
Ignite up the sky Tears inside, pain the structure fall, immolate us all His hate, burnt the whole block down.
And it felt so good, get away I get caught Worst case of arson the ever saw Policeman arrives so casualties All my died!
my house and everything inside Paramedics not save their lives Fire struck while was sleeping of seared flesh, I was I were dreaming I burned my away
Now that has grown, living on his own High school graduate, Becomes a man, to cleanse his soul.
But the arsonist in his mind is alive, urging him on!
Starting again building structures descend And saving lives how I to pretend I am a that I am >From my father I inherited the gift to invent fires At buildings of my Then I sit back and wait, for the emergency from 911 Sirens sound, burning down the and stadium, at the same time.
Arriving at the catastrophe, I see victims around me Many have I taken away. I work franticly to the flames, moving diligent I start to cry, wounded!
by Dylan Yost, backing vocals by Jae Foetusgrubber]