Burn those bridges to the ground
Without a sound
We just blew up
On to bigger destitute
This is your art
This is their truth

Someone told you life is short
But yours is long
Longing for validation
In short you'll never need its song
But without harmony
You give them underwhelming hope, faith, life's work
Ending in a flat note gesture
Passionate to some
Isn't that enough?

Up the ladder to the lounge
In an old suit
You make them proud to crush you
Seems they like watching you burn
Just like the bridge you once traversed
So burn those bridges to the ground
Without a care
You know you're nothing more than here, there, aimless
Addicted to the sound of insufficient
Only recognized for your compromise