[Intro] (fire crackle → snare roll → guitar smash) Strike it. Watch me. [Verse 1] I got a grin like gasoline, a temper like a fuse, I light up rooms just to see what I’ll lose. They call me reckless—yeah, I heard that before, I call it honest when the world’s at war. If the Storm wants to swallow my street and my name, I’ll bite back hard and I’ll do it in flames. [Pre-Chorus] (drumline builds) Step too close, you’ll feel the heat, I don’t do calm, I do heartbeat. Count to three— One, two— BOOM, that’s me. [Chorus] (gang shouts) I’m a matchstick saint, I don’t pray, I ignite, Turn your fear into a bonfire night. If the dark wants your soul, I’ll burn it away— Spathodea, baby, I don’t back down, okay? Hands up, hearts out, scream my name— I’m the wildfire cure for a world gone tame! [Verse 2] I’ve seen polite monsters in clean little suits, Selling “tomorrow” with rotten roots. I’ve seen good people freeze when the sirens sing— So I bring the noise, I bring the sting. Yeah, I’m loud, yeah, I’m sharp, yeah, I’m trouble on sight, But I’ll stand in front when you’re losing the fight. [Pre-Chorus 2] I don’t need crowns, I don’t need laws, I need a reason—and I’ve got cause. When time rewinds and hope feels thin, I’m the spark that says, “Begin.” [Chorus] I’m a matchstick saint, I don’t pray, I ignite, Turn your fear into a bonfire night. If the dark wants your soul, I’ll burn it away— Spathodea, baby, I don’t back down, okay? Hands up, hearts out, scream my name— I’m the wildfire cure for a world gone tame! [Bridge] (half-time, gritty vocal; crackle grows) They tell me “calm down,” Like calm ever saved anyone. Like silence ever stopped the Storm. So I kiss the panic, I hug the chaos, And I throw my laugh into the thunder— Because if we’re going down, we’re going down bright. [Guitar Solo] (fast, shreddy, sparks SFX) [Final Chorus] (bigger, drumline + brass, crowd chanting “SPATHO-DE-A!”) I’m a matchstick saint, I don’t pray, I ignite, Turn your fear into a bonfire night. If the dark wants your soul, I’ll burn it away— Spathodea, baby, I don’t back down, okay? Hands up, hearts out, scream my name— I’m the wildfire cure for a world gone tame! (gang) SPATHO-DE-A! SPATHO-DE-A! Yeah—set it off! [Outro] (one last crackle, chord rings) Strike it… and run.
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