Lyrics Seed Of Arson - Crowpath

Seed Of Arson

Want to sleep to stories from his stepfather
This lullaby of drunken laughter created the son of sulphur
One day he stole the lighter and made up his first fire
But unlike the stories he got no publicity, no glory
His longing increased and he spent all money on gasoline and matches
Over the years we saw him transfer from small pyromaniac to one of the greatest
in arson
He was the infected wound of this little town, the disease they resent
He wanted to be the master
He continued with the ambition to fulfill his mission