Arson - Centaurus A

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 flam I learn

The ashes, th soot and the dirt

What is left when flames have gone

Without I hurt