| Burn And he sits there, watching the ashes grow old and we watch him as he sets his soul on fire Hes scorched his fingers and his heads on the grill, the flames rise as he preaches pyromania Hes a pyromaniac. The shreds of smoke dye his mind all grey, Another pool of parrafin sets alight. |
| credits: initial idea by amit patel music by sedulus lyrics by dora lam |