Blaze In the Northern Suburbs

Seems to be a desire for burning The morbid, sickening truth It's a dream but reality's turning Manipulation to torture for you In a blaze just to the north lay a victim in the fire At the neighbours next door a few more As the flames got higher front door, demon spawn Take a plunge and dive into the fire Twist it, Scream it, Burn it, The jury is out, a desire for burning Seems to be a desire for burning all of you Crawling through the ashes on your knees with blistered hands Looking for reality but getting banned Twist it, Scream it, Burn it, The jury is out, a desire for burning