The voices always screamed
So did my mother
I couldn't take this
She started to hit my brother

She needed to be taught a lesson
For when she made him cry
I grabbed a book of matches
She is going to die

My thoughts are often violent
Dr. John says I'm not well
I see him twice a week
But I'm already going to hell

So I lit the fire
It started with her bed
Everyone is dying
Or is it in my head ?

The fires in the lawn now
And all the grass is dead
All the grass is dead
Or is it in my head?

Each blade of grass burnt
Brings me much concern
I've hurt my whole family
Now it is my turn