The Match

Gather round my friends 
I need a match and only one match 
I think it's time I make my own way 
I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not looking back 
You'll never hear my name without your chest in flames 

I'll make my own mistakes 
Even though I never learn I'm running from myself 
If only you could see behind my eyes 

Run 
Get up, get up

Get on your fucking feet 
I'll make my own mistakes 
Even though I never learn I'm running from myself 
If only you could see behind my eyes 

Follow me now I could use some company 
Bring your friends and we'll burn the city to the ground 
Burn their temples 
The fires fill the skies as the smoke fills my lungs
What a beautiful notion 
A single action brings this city to motion