Thrice
The Arsonist

There is truth beneath the floorboards;
there is hope in brick and stone.
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
leave well enough alone.
But I think maybe all that's needed,
is a match and gasoline;
because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning.

But I will see this city burn.

There are still good shepherds scattered,
but they're far between and few.
And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through.
And I think maybe all that's need is some gas and open flame,
because I don't think that any one of them believes that fire can erase their names.

But I will see this city burn.
I said I will see this city burn.

We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame.
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.

I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.

There is truth beneath the floorboards;
there is hope in brick and stone.
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
leave well enough alone.
But I think that maybe all that's needed is some flint and hardened steel;
because I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real.

We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame.
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.

I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.

It will burn.


Mirror lyrics:

It will burn.

I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.

Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
what was buried in flame.
We will burn it down and build it again,

because I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real.
But I think that maybe all that's needed is some flint and hardened steel;
leave well enough alone.
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
there is hope in brick and stone.
There is truth beneath the floorboards;

I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.

Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
what was buried in flame.
We will burn it down and build it again,

I said I will see this city burn.
But I will see this city burn.

because I don't think that any one of them believes that fire can erase their names.
And I think maybe all that's need is some gas and open flame,
And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through.
but they're far between and few.
There are still good shepherds scattered,

But I will see this city burn.

because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning.
is a match and gasoline;
But I think maybe all that's needed,
leave well enough alone.
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
there is hope in brick and stone.
There is truth beneath the floorboards;


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