scalpel cuts concrete
tonight we watch the city glow
with the power off, and nobody knows
why we did it, and if they did
they'd realize they're not victims
just witnesses
flames fix this wounded city
like surgeons incisions, cut so deep
right behind the eyes they find the disease
a memory, a history beneath these streets never supposed to be seen
and the air is warm breath i feel it
on my face and it travels straight through it
to somewhere i dont know, between here
the present and some sort of heaven
a potential fit
a heart which beats beneath these ashes
can you feel it
we will turn ourselves in
they can have the matches
what good is hiding evidence
when you can learn from it