There always is a fire,
it started on my match.
I set it to a tree,
where it would surely catch.
It caught on to a house,
it spread on to the grass,
if there were people in there,
I don't think they would last.
Cause there always is a fire,
to your left and to your right.
It completely surrounds you,
it's something you can’t fight.
I grab some gasoline,
I pour it on the floor,
even though it burns the whole world,
I still want it to burn more.
But there always is a fire,
the black smoke fills my lungs,
and since I'm the one who set it,
now my life is done.