Lighter

All the little boy could think about
Was to have the fly land on his lighter.
And how it would have to be a perfect try,
To get the lighter to flame.
And how that flame would instantly burn the fly,
Trying to soar away from the fire,
It's wings cathcing fire and falling off,
While his unruly body burns in unending flames.
The problem was he was no longer a boy,
And the torch in his hand
Was no longer a lighter.



Serj Tankian