The Match

[Verse 1:]
Gather round my friends
I need a match
And only one match
I need a match
I think it's time I make my own way
I'm turning my back on this
City and I'm not looking back
You'll never hear my name
Without your chest in flames.

[Chorus:]
I'll make my own mistakes
Even though I never learn
I'm running from myself
If only you could see behind my eyes.

[Bridge:]
Run!
Get up, get up
Get on your fucking feet
Get up, get up
Get on your fucking feet
Get up, get up.

[Chorus:]
I'll make my own mistakes
Even though I never learn
I'm running from myself
If only you could see behind my eyes.

[Verse 2:]
Follow me now
I could use some company
Bring your friends
And we'll burn the city to the ground
Follow me now
I could use some company
Bring your friends
And we'll burn the city to the fucking ground
Burn their temples
Burn their temples.

[Outro:]
The fires fill the skies
As the smoke fills my lungs
What a beautiful notion
A single action brings this city to motion
You all deserve to die!