Burning Your World

The smell of burning cinder The crackle and pop of human flesh The screams of my victims I hear as I fade into the dark Sit around the corner With success in my obession As I admire my work of art Molotovs, gasoline, or a match Or through any technique I know how to acheive To work my work of wonder To my pure delight! I want to see it burn, I wanna see you burn The more people I can burn, the better I feel I want to see it burn, I want to see you burn!