Burn Your Bridges (for you have no home here)

Don't think for a second
That there's still a crossing;
That bridge already burned,
We're just waving from our
respective sides of the river.

We all break down,
We all have our
Pyromantic moments.
We all fuck up,
We all fuck around
On our selves.

Don't think for a second
That there's still a home here,
That building is condemned,
We're just sipping lemonade
On the porch for a moment.

We all loose grace,
We all have our
Temporary halo.
We all find our way,
We all are saved
But still stained.

Burn your bridges into black ash
-Let go of your sentiments child
They only hold you back.
Puppet strings don't keep you grounded,
You're dancing on empty air
-Cut them, if you still care.