Burn the Quiet

Chewed-up ticket in my pocket

Same old stage

Same old ghosts

Scars on wood and peeling posters

All the things I never toast

Every doubt

Every crack in the plaster

Keeps calling my name

Calling me backwards

But my hands already smell like sparks

I’m done bowing to the dark

Burn the quiet

Let it scream

Set fire to the in-between

If this is wreckage

Let it ring

Burn the quiet

Make it sing

Burn the quiet

Make it sing (hey!)

You said “grow up

Keep it decent”

Iron collar

Plastic crown

But my bones hum like an engine

I was built to shake the ground

Every rule

Every rusted little answer

Tastes like dust

Tastes like surrender

I’d rather choke on honest air

Than sit pretty in your chair

Burn the quiet

Let it scream

Set fire to the in-between

If this is wreckage

Let it ring

Burn the quiet

Make it sing

Burn the quiet

Make it sing

Do you feel that?

Teeth on glass

Heart off track (oh)

We’re the match

You’re the past

Step back

Burn the quiet

Let it scream

Set fire to the in-between

If this is wreckage

Let it ring

Burn the quiet

Make it sing

Burn the quiet

Let it scream

Tear the stitches at the seam

If this is all I ever bring

Burn the quiet

Make it sing