• a pyromaniac thats what I am
    comfort in heat seems natural to me
    as for the cold I couldn't give a damn
    it solves my problems to the third degree

    blood runs thicker than water so it's said
    but blood runs thin when drown in gasoline
    a wooden stick and a phosphorous head
    can help me burn your dreams in kerosene

    on the other hand fire can start a new
    clearing a path from a treacherous past
    you must give respect where respect is due
    oh what sight can hold, a spectrum so vast

    yet all I can see are gasoline trees
    brightly burning in my dreams of disease