Lyrics

[Verse 1] The little boy, a one-faced fool Got a little too close to the oven Kissed by the flame, oh what a shame His face would never be the same Lost and rejected, endless rant Genius and madness hand in hand By day, he's tender, sweet and pure At night his fire burns for sure [Chorus] His tools are made of fire The city burns, bright as the sky His colors made of mourning With every day, with every cry [Verse 2] Innocent likе children's' eyes Burning firе deep inside Fiery mark upon his skin He tries to run, run from his sin He roams at night where no one sees His hunting ground, the city, indeed He lights the fire, let it burn Another piece of art is born Born [Chorus] His tools are made of fire The city burns, bright as the sky His colors made of mourning With every day, with every- [Chorus] His tools are made of fire The city burns, bright as the sky His colors made of mourning With every day, with every cry [Bridge] You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream You hear them cry, you hear them scream [Chorus] His tools are made of fire The city burns, bright as the sky His colors made of mourning With every day, with every- [Chorus] His tools are made of fire The city burns, bright as the sky His colors made of mourning With every day, with every cry