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