Burn the life
Burn your soul
Burn the town
Burn humans
With a lighter
Walk in the street
The question is
Where's the next victim?
Dreaming about the skin
Which melts in the flesh
Dreaming about the odor
I can't wait to taste this meat
Dreaming about the sound
Be sizzling and cooked to perfection
Dreaming about the show
And cum on your dead body
I vomit your way
I vomit your home
Vomit your business and your stupidity
Don't judge me
You kill yourself
Slowly everyday
Look at your precious fashion home
The room smell gasoline
Listen! I strike the match
A new day dawns
But the world still wanders
In darkness
They ressemble each other so much
That we don't pay attention anymore to the surroundings
People crowd, pushing, shoving
But they're not even facing each other
Everybody stays in their own head
With hollow faces
The street smells the death
Through their walking corpses
I can make them shine
Listen!
I strike the match
Here the sight
Makes you want
To burst your eyes
Because of a ginormous ego
It could not contain more lies
And frustration
Burn!
Burn the life
Burn your soul
Burn the town
Burn humans
I just want to warm your cold habits
We got the fire, and we're burning all the hell
Consume the last day of your life
Light it up like we're the stars of the human race
We can't wait
To burn it to the ground