| Is it so consistent that it seems too routine | |
| I just can't seem to draw the line between | |
| What's wrong and what is right | |
| Underneath my nose by the time | |
| I get mine I'll be long gone | |
| Past the restraints and comfort of circumstance | |
| Past mistaking insecurities for arrogance | |
| I just can't seem to draw the line between | |
| What's wrong and what is right | |
| Underneath my nose by the time | |
| I get mine I'll be long gone | |
| I will burn now to the ground | |
| Just to rebuild back to right | |
| And let the left be damned if they cannot keep up with us | |
| Tonight you've have the fuel and I can be the match | |
| The streets are full the crowds will stare | |
| And the world will know | |
| That the time has come That the time has come | |
| To set yourself on fire |