It's nothing personal... It's just how it goes
In retrospect I guess some of the ill intent shows
I don't intend to stop... Don't even intend to give warning
I don't pretend to feel guilt and won't be caught mourning
So why am I speaking to you? I guess it's a good question
I don't do it for infamy, revenge, or attention
And I want to call into view my real true intentions
I just can't help myself, it's beyond comprehension
I want to watch it burn down...
I need to watch it burn down...
I'll take it down, take it down, take it down to the ground
And I'm an arsonist
Can you hear that sound?
Burn baby burn, burn it all into nothing
They say you've gotta have hobbies, well at least I've got something
And I'm running, running, running, they can't handle the heat
I hit the pavement with the lighter and I'm dousing the streets
I don't burn bridges, I cross them and burn the damn cities
I just can't help myself, the flames are so pretty
My gaze was cold as I watched, but not cold enough to keep them alive
I burnt their city to the ground; the only one to survive
And I'm an arsonist
And I'm an arsonist
There's something so majestic about the way fire feeds
As it devours the trees, as it consumes what it breathes
And it's taking the lead on the panicked stampede
It freed the greed for life, they plead but it's picking up speed
And they scream while they bleed, and the inferno proceeds
To pick up and claim anything and everything it could need
And I stand safely in the distance and marvel in the beauty
To set this world ablaze I feel as though it were my sworn duty
Cause I'm an arsonist...
And I'm an arsonist...
I'll take it down, take it down, take it down to the ground
And I'm an arsonist
Can you hear that sound?
This wasn't a fair hearing it was trial by fire
As the smoke was clearing circumstances were dire
I was turning up the heat, you were sleeping so sound
Now it's burning up the streets and reaping the town
I want to watch it burn down...
I need to watch it burn down...
I'll take it down, take it down, take it down to the ground
And I'm an arsonist
Can you hear that sound?
I just can't help myself... I love to watch the flames dance
We've all been there before, yeah we've all had the same chance
I grasped the opportunity when it knocked on my door
And then I left my home quietly as I settled the score
I returned the next week to find a pile of ashes
The despair stricken scene and my smile; it clashes
But the world is my firepit, this is wise to remember
Anywhere I go I leave nothing behind but a pile of embers
And I'm an arsonist...
And I'm an arsonist...
Burn.