Lyrics The Match - Asking Alexandria

The Match

Gather round my friends
I need a match
And only one match
I need a 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
Run!
Get up, get up
Get on your fucking feet
Get up, get up
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
Follow me now
I could use some company
Bring your friends
And we’ll burn the city to the fucking 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!