Lyrics
Yeah… light it up. If it’s broken, let it glow one last time. We’ll paint the sky with what’s left of our pride. We were born in the static, raised in the wire, Prayin’ for peace but we breathe through fire. Got halos made of rust and gold, Still young enough to do what we’re told — wrong. They built the dream, but we built the smoke, Turned every chain to a lighter stroke. They said “sit still,” but I’m done obeyin’, If the system’s God, then I’m done prayin’. Yeah, I’ve been quiet in the riot too long, Now my silence got a beat, and my pain got a song. So we burn the city beautiful, Let the lights go up in flame. Every lie that we believed in — Every sin they tried to name. We’ll dance on what they built for us, And call it holy shame. Yeah, we’ll burn the city beautiful, And rise from what remains. They sold us crowns made of plastic faith, But we found truth in the mess we made. You can’t cage thunder, can’t buy rain, Can’t rewrite love without the pain. The skyline hums like a choir in smoke, Every spark’s a sermon, every rule we broke. You can keep your saints, I’ll take my flaws, Cuz freedom don’t whisper — it claws. And I’m done hidin’ where the ghosts don’t sleep, If it costs my peace, then it’s mine to keep. So we burn the city beautiful, Let the lights go up in flame. Every lie that we believed in — Every sin they tried to name. We’ll dance on what they built for us, And call it holy shame. Yeah, we’ll burn the city beautiful, And rise from what remains. Let it burn, let it bloom, Turn the ashes into room. For every voice that they left behind, We’re the sirens now, we’re the sign. Let the skyline bleed in neon red, We’re alive, not lost — just misread. If we fall tonight, let it feel divine, The spark was ours this whole damn time. We’ll burn the city beautiful, Let the smoke baptize the air. Every scar is proof we cared. We’ll burn the city beautiful, In the glow, we finally see — It’s not the fire breakin’ us, It’s settin’ us free. Yeah… We’ll burn it down — Just to see who we are when the lights go out. Beautiful.
Lyrics
Yeah… light it up. If it’s broken, let it glow one last time. We’ll paint the sky with what’s left of our pride. We were born in the static, raised in the wire, Prayin’ for peace but we breathe through fire. Got halos made of rust and gold, Still young enough to do what we’re told — wrong. They built the dream, but we built the smoke, Turned every chain to a lighter stroke. They said “sit still,” but I’m done obeyin’, If the system’s God, then I’m done prayin’. Yeah, I’ve been quiet in the riot too long, Now my silence got a beat, and my pain got a song. So we burn the city beautiful, Let the lights go up in flame. Every lie that we believed in — Every sin they tried to name. We’ll dance on what they built for us, And call it holy shame. Yeah, we’ll burn the city beautiful, And rise from what remains. They sold us crowns made of plastic faith, But we found truth in the mess we made. You can’t cage thunder, can’t buy rain, Can’t rewrite love without the pain. The skyline hums like a choir in smoke, Every spark’s a sermon, every rule we broke. You can keep your saints, I’ll take my flaws, Cuz freedom don’t whisper — it claws. And I’m done hidin’ where the ghosts don’t sleep, If it costs my peace, then it’s mine to keep. So we burn the city beautiful, Let the lights go up in flame. Every lie that we believed in — Every sin they tried to name. We’ll dance on what they built for us, And call it holy shame. Yeah, we’ll burn the city beautiful, And rise from what remains. Let it burn, let it bloom, Turn the ashes into room. For every voice that they left behind, We’re the sirens now, we’re the sign. Let the skyline bleed in neon red, We’re alive, not lost — just misread. If we fall tonight, let it feel divine, The spark was ours this whole damn time. We’ll burn the city beautiful, Let the smoke baptize the air. Every scar is proof we cared. We’ll burn the city beautiful, In the glow, we finally see — It’s not the fire breakin’ us, It’s settin’ us free. Yeah… We’ll burn it down — Just to see who we are when the lights go out. Beautiful.