I am the kind of man that wants to watch the world burn
I hold the match that will spark it's destruction and burn out
The liars, traitors, spies, liars, traitors, spies
That live under the protection of your name
That live under the protection of your name
Unfortunate, pathetic fools, unfortunate, pathetic fools
They scorch the earth with the fire from their mouths
I've felt your wrath, let's explore mine, let's explore mine
By sundown you and I will be all that's left
If I'm to feel alone, I'll make it that way
In the clutches of death I'll stand at the center circle
Of a burning town and smile
I am the kind of man that wants to watch the world burn
I hold the match that will spark it's destruction and burn out
The liars, traitors, spies, liars, traitors, spies, spies
Unfortunate, pathetic fools, unfortunate, pathetic fools
There will be a slaughter of those untrue
The fate of the world is held by the throat with my two hands
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