The Pyromaniac
Tobias Lilja
I'm the pyromaniac of this town
I inhale the smoke
Watching it move
Silently outside of me
And inside of me
It's making my lungs lose color
But the fire makes the colors of the world look stronger
More intense
And the shadows are getting sharp, easy to spot
You can trace them
Trace them with chalk
I inhale the smoke
I'm watching it move
Outside of me
And inside of me
It's making my lungs lose color
But the fire makes the colors of the world look stronger
And the shadows are getting sharp
You can trace them with chalk
Leaving them all behind
Leave them
