Pyromaniacal

impulses that i fail to resist

build inside me stronger every day

i’m a victim of my own needs and deeds

and i know no other way

a control disorder of the very worst

i’m a slave to my affliction

only the flames can quench this thirst

and the flames are my addiction

it gets me hard and gets me hot

it gets me that bit higher

i want to strike one little match

and set the world on fire

i want to see everything burn

one massive final pyre

i want to turn it all to ash

i want to set the world on fire

a multitude of flickering tongues

unmatched in colour and in size

molten chaotic purity

the flames dance in my eyes

the flames they dance

they taunt and tease

a primeval passion

a catch and release

put the torch to it all

everything must burn

i beckon the heat that purifies

and for the flames of which i yearn

stinking of accelerant

with a pocket full of flares

taste my hatred taste my love

taste my fiery wares!