The Match
Gather round my friends
I need a match and only one match
I think its time I make my own way
Im turning my back on this city and Im not looking back
Youll never hear my name without your chest in flames
Ill make my own mistakes
Even though I never learn
Im running from myself
If only you could see behind my eyes
Run
Get up, get up
Get on your ******* feet
Get up, get up
Get on your ******* feet
Get up, get up
Get up , get up
Get up!
Ill make my own mistakes
Even though I never learn
Im running from myself
If only you could see behind my eyes
Follow me now I could use some company
Bring your friends and well burn the city to the ground
Follow me now I could use some company
Bring your friends and well burn this city to the ******* ground
Burn their temples
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
You all deserve to die!