[Verse 1] Woke up late, same ceiling cracks Phone lit up with the panic chats Said I'd change, guess I called my own bluff Same old hoodie, same old rut Mom yelling from the downstairs hall “Clean your room or you’ll climb that wall” I’m half‑alive, but my heart talks back Says, “We’re done staying small” (yeah) [Chorus] Burn it back, watch me light this up Every scar, every bad rerun I was stuck, now I’ve had enough I’m done giving all my power up Sing it loud till the doubt goes black Every “can’t” that you threw, take it back If the world wants to break what I lack I got rage, I got love And I’ll burn it back [Verse 2] Best friend texts, says he hates this town Every dream feels like it’s nailed down We got plans scribbled on receipts Folded tight in our ripped‑up jeans Dad says, “Son, get a steady wage” I’m on tour in my head backstage Middle seat on a bus to nowhere But I’m already gone (hey!) [Chorus] Burn it back, watch me light this up Every scar, every bad rerun I was stuck, now I’ve had enough I’m done giving all my power up Sing it loud till the doubt goes black Every “can’t” that you threw, take it back If the world wants to break what I lack I got rage, I got love And I’ll burn it back [Bridge] This is for the kids with the cracked screens Late grades, late nights, big dreams Writing futures in the margins Of a life that feels like cartons Raise your voice till your hands both shake Every heartbreak, every heart‑quake If it all falls down, let it all fall down We’ll build something from the sound (woah) [Chorus] Burn it back, watch me light this up Every scar, every bad rerun I was stuck, now I’ve had enough I’m done giving all my power up Sing it loud till the doubt goes black Every “can’t” that you threw, take it back If the world wants to break what I lack I got rage, I got love And I’ll burn it back

rap, Modern pop‑punk meets alt‑rock energy, male vocals. Crunchy, wide power‑chord guitars over hyperactive, trap‑inspired drums and subby low end. Verses punch with half‑time bounce and tight vocal syncopation; chorus explodes into full‑time gang‑chant hook with stacked harmonies and shout‑along ad‑libs. Brief feedback swell into a middle‑eight drop where drums stutter and vocal rides the beat, then everything slams in for a final, bigger‑than‑before chorus., pop, punk, rock

Burn It Back