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