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The Friendly Arsonist is a dark cabaret confession from someone who insists—calmly, politely, and with a teacup in hand—that they were left with no other option. This song lives in the space where reason curdles into justification, where paperwork fails, where “I tried everything” quietly becomes “so I lit a match.” It’s theatrical, meticulous, and just self-aware enough to smile while the building burns. Nothing loud. Nothing rushed. Just a very reasonable voice explaining why destruction was the most logical solution. If you enjoy villain monologues, unreliable narrators, dark humor, and characters who swear they’re still on your side… welcome in. ☕🔥 Thanks for listening, and don’t worry— this was only a small adjustment. — Nikki #DarkCabaret #OriginalSong #TheFriendlyArsonist #VillainSong #UnhingedEnergy #StorySong #CabaretCore #IndieMusic #CharacterDriven #RedFlagsEverywhere Lyrics: [Intro] You see It started simply Barely worth a note A drip in the ceiling A stain on my coat [Verse 1] One flickering light in the hallway One tap that would rattle all night One neighbor rehearsing bad monologues Through paper walls Too thin Too bright I filed the forms I smiled I tried I rearranged the furniture The noise stayed in my mind [Chorus] So I lit a little match Very gently Just a practical adjustment You agree When the problem is the building You address it system-wide I’m the friendly arsonist On your side [Verse 2] I drew a neat grid in my notebook Color-coded exits with care Calculated airflow Watched the weather Checked which cameras didn’t quite stare I labeled every can like a librarian Put tarps down Just in case Folded my gloves in my pocket Soot has such a stubborn taste [Bridge] I didn’t want to do this Really I did not I asked so very nicely To fix the leak The rot You called it "only minor" I called it "structural despair" I wrote you charming emails You never knew how close you were to air I didn’t want to do this But tell me What was left? When reason meets a brick wall Fire handles the rest [Final Chorus] So I lit a little match Very gently Just a practical adjustment You agree When the problem is the building You address it system-wide I’m the friendly arsonist Still On your side