The arson

With a bottle of gasoline and a callous match,
Who could be this envious?
Well I know it sounds just like anarchy.
But we all hide behind our wall and alias,
And wait for the perfect time to strike.

We all start fire inside with our words.
Now that's all ashes so remain nameless.

Save your strength your better than me,
When introduce with sticks and stones.
And when you retire,
I'll be waiting with a round of applause.
Here is my throat, so tell the truth.
Your whole life's alone!

With false alarms evidence is burned in sand.
We all sit by and watch the needles turn.

We all start fire inside with our words.
Now that's all ashes so remain nameless.