You wanted order? You called the wrong name. [guitar growl, short drum fill] Got a match, got a grin, Watch the world go up again. Little fire never hurt my soul, I’m the reason rules don’t hold. They say I twist, I burn, I break— Honey, that’s the art I make. ’Cause I was born for trouble, Built to bend the line. Every mess I make still shines. I don’t crash, I collide— Yeah, I’m the storm they tried to hide. Took their order, turned it loud, Raised a glass to the wrong crowd. They pray for calm, I pour the rain, Kiss the fuse and start again. They call it sin, I call it style, Stick around, it’s been a while. I was born for trouble, Built to cross the line. Every scar’s a neon sign. I don’t break, I ignite— Yeah, I’m the spark in every fight. Oh, come on, baby, let it fall apart, You can’t build love without a spark. Every chaos starts as art— So light me up, I’ll play the part. I was born for trouble, Raised on fire and time. Every fall’s another climb. Don’t you run, don’t you hide— I’m the storm that laughs alive. You wanted peace? Should’ve asked someone else.
