The Match

Gather round my friends I need a match and only one 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 I'll make my own mistakes Even though I never learn I'm running from myself If only you could see behind my eyes Run Get up, get up Get on your fucking feet I'll make my own mistakes Even though I never learn I'm running from myself If only you could see behind my eyes Follow me now I could use some company Bring your friends and we'll burn the city to the ground Burn their temples The fires fill the skies as the smoke fills my lungs What a beautiful notion A single action brings this city to motion