I live within the arsonists choir, singing praises for raging fire.
We see it burn, we hear its call, we sing the fire’s blazing song.
I live within the arsonists choir and I am next, the chosen pyre.
Hear my song, sing my praise, until I am gone and only ash remains.
I do burn, I do rage, I am fire, the eternal blaze.
Burnt to ash, blackened dust, my praises sang by the arsonist choir.
That congregation of those waiting to embrace conflagration.
Feel the rage, feed the fire, embrace the pain, hold the flame.
Until not remains but ash and praise, in this…
The arsonist’s choir, our funeral pyre.
So The Foo Fighters caused this one, as it was inspired by their song “Something From Nothing” so figured I’d mention that one. Good song that one.