| Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation with fire
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| Stealing lighters, matches, whatever he could get
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| Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working hard
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| Pioneering buildings that would not burn
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| Gained praise from his colleagues
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| Never anytime for a wife and son
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| This would make Blaine mad
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| The ill neglect from his mom and dad
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| Infuriates him to see blood red
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| The only relief from the pain
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| Ignite up the night sky
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| Tears inside, pain subsides
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| Watch the structure fall, immolate us all
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| His destructive hate, burnt the whole block down
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| And it felt so good, gotta get away
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| Before I get caught
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| Worst case of arson the city ever saw
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| Policeman arrives so many casualties
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| All my family died!
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| Incinerating my house and everything inside
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| Paramedics could not save their lives
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| Fire struck while everyone was sleeping
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| Heaps of seared flesh, I was I were dreaming
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| I burned my pain away
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| Now that Blaine has grown, living on his own
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| High school graduate, valedictorian
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| Becomes a fire man, to cleanse his soul
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| But the arsonist in his mind is still alive, urging him on!
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| Starting fires again building structures descend
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| And saving lives how I have to pretend
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| I am a humanitarian
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| Hypocrite that I am
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| From my father I inherited the gift to invent time-ignited fires
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| At buildings of my choice
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| Then I sit back and wait, for the emergency call from 911
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| Sirens sound, burning down the hospital and stadium
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| Both at the same time
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| Arriving at the catastrophe, I see victims around me baked
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| Many souls have I taken away
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| I work franticly to douse the flames, moving diligent
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| I start to cry, hundreds wounded! |