Feel like a riddle today
Glamorous and I must say that you are barely okay
Meanwhile I fight for reason
Clamor in hand to defend this my only body stance
Take a look around
Everything in turn will come down
Don’t depend on this broken promises
They won’t hear a sound
Last chance to find the way out
Rearrange life till sundown, fears of a stick in the mud
I solved a riddle today
Glamorous and I must say that none of us are okay
Take a look around
Everything in turn will come down
Don’t depend on this broken promises
They won’t hear a sound
We plant the seed to grow the tree
But save room for the family
Evolution turns another ugly hand
Suddenly man cannot stand
Matchstick start the fire
Pinpoint the blame
And through the trees
I scream your name
Matchstick! Matchstick!
Matchstick! Matchstick starts!
Matchstick! Matchstick!
Matchstick! Matchstick starts a fire!
Take a look around
Everything in turn will come down
Don’t depend on this broken promises
They won’t hear a sound
They won’t hear a sound
They won’t hear a sound