15 September 2012
I shan't be caught Pouring gasoline around
On the curtains A spritz here and there Gasoline drenched I smile in the putrid air
Walk to the exit doors Nail them shut Must be sneaky though I shan't be caught
A couple bangs I'm through in here A spray of Febreeze I continue to sneer
Into the Grand Hall All seems fine Gasoline lines the walls No smell this time
Into the stairwells Mop the floors Gasoline masked easily Behind these doors
Exit quietly I shan't be caught Elevators all laced Their 'innocent' lives shall be bought
An hour to spare They'll arrive soon I leave the Theatre Hang in the back, with the raccoons
Pretend to sleep On the dumpster 45 minutes later I'm free to muster
Walk to the front Where none reside I nail those doors shut They're now stuck inside
Stand in front In the pitch of night Take the matches from my pocket They've yet to know fright
Slip one out Twirl between my fingers Set it alight Smoke lingers
Toss it to the front door All is now beautiful Flames cascade up Swallow the Theatre full
Screams and yells subside Flames dance before my eyes I walk across the street In my disguise
Act as an innocent bystander As my work of art thrives Death must feel busy As I'm taking these lives
Soon all is in ashes All lives are taken Thanks to the match Pyromania is no longer mistaken
Pyromania • Opuss № I