#time to burn down the past

“I’ve got notebooks full of misshapen words
I’ll never speak them anymore
Ten years from now, you won’t know my name
Throw the microphone down on the floor
Put the guitar, guitar, one time
Through the speaker, splintered, broken
Throw the horns down, one time, horns down
Smash them, break them, break up

See the flames begin to crawl, upward
Taste the anguish as they fall, unheard
Hear the record start to skip, unsung
Feel the weight that sunk the ship, so young

The crowds recoil, demand our survival
Fists in the air, mouths caked with saliva
But you are the one, the spark that was spawned
Who picks up the pieces, and passes it on”

 Five Iron Frenzy, “See the Flames Begin to Crawl”