Текст песни The Match

Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I need a 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 Get up, get up Get on your fucking feet Get up, get up Get up, get up Get up! 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 this city to the ground Follow me now I could use some company Bring your friends and we'll burn this city to the fucking ground Burn the temples Burn the temples The fires fill the skies and the smoke fills my lungs What a beautiful notion A single action brings this city to motion You all deserve to die!