Burned Bridges - The Get Up Kids

I’ve met that point in my life

Want came to need

Burn these fields of corn, that surround

My harvest gone at the price of maturity

But these remains I’ve left to rot will be resurrected again and again

By the next generation of children who want to change minds with the stain on hand

But, it’s deeper than this, I’m not the only one who sees

It lies in diversity;

acceptance to a degree, only to a degree

The fire that once occupied my eyes has spread to destroy this world I have

grown

You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields

And not a second of patience to learn from me the same

This time I harvest the crops of my past

As far as the demigods are concerned

I’ve sold myself out just the same

I’ve burned bridges to feign brothers

Brothers of nothing more than a simple label

So now, I’m in control after all, for myself I prove I still am But within these fields, they’ll say I never was