rise and fall through it all an olympus of friends highs and lows and the broken prose and our losses we ll win quemar buildings fall but we re standing tall where only chimneys remain beg for law with a crying jaw like a jungle in flames quemar gravity it pulls our waves and it creates monuments of flame every house in town burn it down burn it all down burn burn down down coming the moments grow weak coming with gloves at your throat burn it into the grave burn it the freedom we ll heat burn it electrical thing burn it smell the white flame burning smell the white flame burning smell your filthy life burning what in this life lifts us up so high down to this campfire from around the coast to the junkyards when will i see you again 5