This wretched thing, rotten and frail, tossed away to the sea
They scream! "That's what we've been hoping for!"
His escape, a ruse, the people cheer, the streets are filled with
Overwhelming laughter
Who's laughing now?
This was all a test
It seems none were behind me
It takes a village to [C7]ɾaise a child
Here I see no village
The burning flesh, the screams, the fear, I take it all [Em]in, so I can see
You are now all [Em]gone, you [A7now lie in ashy graves
I am the arsonist. Fear, flame, burning flesh, ɾecipe for [Dm7]death
Oh bittersweet death. Something better when you've prepared the meal
It feels and [Bm]seems so surreal. Can you [A7fucking taste it?
I've never had a problem, as long [Am]as I wasn't numb in the head
I'm not ɾeady to [C7]solve them, at least not until I'm fucking dead