Blaze in the Northern Suburbs - King Parrot

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 of 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