Centaurus-a Arson
Light the match
Watch the flame while it ignites
The smell of sulfur in my nose
The reflection in my eyes
A compulsion I can't control
The feeling almost divine
The ashes, the soot and the dirt
What is left when flames have gone
Without I hurt
The whipping tongues
Devouring everything
Watch the wind turn
With every flame I learn
The whipping tongues
Devouring everything
Watch the wind turn
With every flame I learn
The ashes, the soot and the dirt
What is left when flames have gone
Without I hurt
