| Out on the streets, springs wound tight |
| Seeking release on a late dark night |
| Determined feet beat the cement |
| Roving eyes pick up the scent |
| A crowded club, deserted street |
| Sweating palms, feel the heat |
| In plain sight, shuffle and deal |
| Light the fuse and spin the wheel |
| The flames, an aphrodisiac |
| To the hungry pyomaniac |
| It’s like sex vicariously |
| As the bodies burn towards the ecstasy |
| Sirens pierce the night, the flames light the sky |
| Screams smother sirens, hear everybody die |
| No way out, the exits blocked by panicked bodies at the door |
| The flames and flesh, they unify, senses rejoice, and then that smell… |
| As everybody dies |
| The flames, an aphrodisiac |
| To the hungry pyomaniac |
| Sense the fear, those people dying |
| See the flames, it’s time |
| For everybody, everyone |
| Now the fun’s begun |
| Orgasm builds and multiplies |
| Satisfied, feel everybody die |
| Hear 'em die, smell 'em die |
| Senses cry, feel everybody die |
| The flames, an aphrodisiac |
| To the hungry pyromaniac |
| It’s like sex vicariously |
| As the bodies burn towards the ecstasy |
| The flames, like sex |
| The flames… |