fire on bleak street

Right hand's a torch.
Left hand flicker.
Wait, wait, scream.
Tell me who started this fire?

Throwing tantrum, misbehaved.
Burning, bringing down our walls
ignoring Arya's unborn cries
and Musa's nonexistent calls.

Not a thousand miles from here,
or a lifetime standing there
would fix, fix, break,
what is forever beyond repair.

I am always who I am,
and you'll forever be divine.
Sleepless nights aren't meant for you,
these streets on fire are always mine.