I like your confidence, it's overflowing, oozing
Stop rolling your eyes, or else I'll gouge them out
But I smell trouble, I sense threatened
Since they told me that I am a walking gasoline, a talking ticking time bomb
One lit of a match, I may start a fire
I'm like a gun loaded with bullets, a tank ready for go to blow

I plead for arson, a torch to hold dear
yet you are desperate for attention
Blink twice now, yes, are you either naughty or nice?
Either way, it doesn't matter
Because even your shadows betray you, turning its back on you.