I looked around at the ash on the ground with a smile That nascent bloom from a field once consumed and maligned And there was one smoking gun Something true in those ruins An ember slight But oh so bright Oh the joy in destroying Burn it down. Burn it down. I've been here before Every time every door was the same Now I've learned to discern Fill the space I deserve And reclaim Cause there was one smoking gun Something true in those ruins An ember slight But oh so bright Oh the joy in destroying Burn it down. Burn it down. Burn it down. Burn it down. Burn it down Burn it down To find more fertile ground