Standing in front of a house you just set on fire...
as i stand on the street, police commandin their fleet
flames rage on, as my body absorbs the satanic heat
pentagrams burnt on the grass, now they'l learn of my past
or il burn the town down, and kill all, in a turn and a flash
a badge walks up, to the floor my eyes shifted
just be calm, dont risk it, keep ya eyes off his bisket
slowly my head lifted with hell in my stare
its hard to look clean, with smoke imbeded well in my hair
"excuse me sir, why are you here at this hour?"
"Just taking a stroll, and saw this glourious power.
a bright flash of light and the house was engulfed
it made me feel happy, made me feel like home."
This badge didnt go, he must see the black in my soul
i just ignored his whole roll, in my mind hacking him slow
stabbin his thoat, but i kept watching the flames burn
i glanced at the front door, to see who came first.
to black bags, filled my soul up with joy
they opened one, and twas a 10 year old boy
firemen emgered from the scuffle, as they searched out the rubble
it was a dark day for men, as their minds served up with trouble
but i was on a happier note, watching my sane curse
they have insane hurt, not me, i just watch my flames burn. . .