Lyrics Pyromania - Tommee Profitt , Royal & the Serpent

The sun hasn't risen in three days
Skin's getting bluer on my face
Everything's colder
Oceans freezing over
Will we make it out okay
I'm blowing smoke from my own mouth
Trying to find us a way out
Let's build a pyre
Pass me a lighter
Let's burn the whole world down
We'll set it on fire
We'll set it on fire
Burn it down
Set it on fire
Set it on fire
To the ground
Smoldering torches light the way
Kindling flames were all afraid
Can you hear the rumbles
We're blazing the jungles
Everyone wants to be saved
We'll set it on fire
We'll set it on fire
Burn it down
Set it on fire
We'll set it on fire
To the ground
Grab the matches
Embers ashes
Pyromania
Grab the matches
Embers ashes
Pyromania
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa