The Match - Asking Alexandria

Gather round my friends

I need a match

And only one match

I need a match

I think it’s time I make my own way

I’m turning my back on this

City and I’m not looking back

You’ll never hear my name

Without your chest in flames

I’ll make my own mistakes

Even though I never learn

I’m running from myself

If only you could see behind my eyes

Run!

Get up, get up

Get on your fucking feet

Run!

Get up, get up

Get on your fucking feet

Get up, get up

I’ll make my own mistakes

Even though I never learn

I’m running from myself

If only you could see behind my eyes

Follow me now

I could use some company

Bring your friends

And we’ll burn the city to the ground

Follow me now

I could use some company

Bring your friends

And we’ll burn the city to the fucking ground

Burn their temples

Burn their temples

The fires fill the skies

As the smoke fills my lungs

What a beautiful notion

A single action brings this city to motion

You all deserve to die!