The perfect match strikes the perfect fire,
But what does it burn so perfectly?
Wait, did I miss my cue?
You meant, the other kind of match,
Like the one made In Heaven?
I like to set fire to things,
Raze them to the Ground.
So strike the perfect match,
See if we can set ourselves on fire.
I will hold the flint
If you will hold the stick
You did an amazing job.
Will we burn heaven to the ground
Or wait for the smoldering embers’