The fire is hot
everyone knows,
so why do we touch it anyway?
She asked me, "Yes?"
I told her, "No."
She said, "But I wanna burn."

Well, go ahead, Miss Pyro.
When you're done just let me know.
I'll soothe your burns,
I'll wash your wounds
but I won't watch you recover.
Pyromaniac.

Healing hurts
more than the wound itself;
it's all we want to know.
We live for the fire,
we die for desire
of feeling the pain.

Well, go ahead, Miss Pyro.
When you're done just let me know.
I'll soothe your burns,
I'll wash your wounds
but I won't watch you recover.
Pyromaniac.

Go ahead, tell her your lies;
she'll believe you every time.
Break her down, leave her for dead;
we all know it's in her head.
She's the moth and you're the flame.
Oh, how you love to play this game.

Well, go ahead, Dear Pyro.
When you're done just let me know.
I'll soothe her burns,
I'll wash her wounds
but I won't watch her...

Well, go ahead, Dear Pyro.
When you're done just let me know.
I'll stand aside
as I watch you burn.
You're a couple of,
you're a couple of
pyromaniacs.
You love to hurt;
you love to burn.
Pyromaniac.