Feel like a riddle today.

Glamorous - and I must say, that you are barely ok.

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 lfe 'till sundown, fears of a stick in the mud

I solved a riddle today.

Glamorous - and I must say that none of us are ok.



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 starts a fire

Pinpoint the blame,

And through the trees I scream your name.



(SCREAMING)

"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...