[Intro] [Sound of a match striking. Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in. Slow head-banging rhythm.] (Spoken, gritty) I wrote it all down. Every name. Every shame. Now watch what I do with it. [Verse 1] Black ink on a white page, spilling out my guts. Listing every resentment, every time I went nuts. The anger at the system, the anger at the past. I poured it all on paper, yeah, I drained the glass. The secrets in the closet, the skeletons in the row. I dragged 'em into the light, now everybody knows. (Well, God knows.) [Chorus - Powerful & Raspy] I’m gonna BURN THE LIST! Watch the smoke rise up! I’m drinking freedom from a brand new cup! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! Trading in my anger for a little bit of trust! I’m gonna BURN THE LIST! (Yeah, watch it burn!) [Hook - Chanted] Light a match! (Let it go!) Watch it catch! (Let it go!) Fire! Fire! Purify my soul! Light a match! (Let it go!) [Verse 2] I listed all the "scary men" and the damage that they did. I listed all the lonely nights when I was just a kid. The fear of not being enough, the fear of losing control. It’s heavy on the paper, but it’s leaving my soul! I ain't carrying this backpack for one more mile. I’m tossing it in the flames with a crooked smile. (Goodbye!) [Chorus - Powerful & Raspy] I’m gonna BURN THE LIST! Watch the smoke rise up! I’m drinking freedom from a brand new cup! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! Trading in my anger for a little bit of trust! I’m gonna BURN THE LIST! [Hook - Chanted] Light a match! (Let it go!) Watch it catch! (Let it go!) Fire! Fire! Purify my soul! Light a match! (Let it go!) [Verse 3] [Music slows down, bass heavy. Building tension.] Watch the paper curl, watch the edges turn to black. There ain't no time machine, I ain't ever going back. The "Trophy Child" is melting, the "Inventory" is gone. I’m standing in the ashes, waiting for the dawn. The enemy wants to remind me of the things I used to be. But I point to the pile of ash... and say "That isn't me!" (That ain't me!) [Bridge] [Guitar Solo - Screaming Blues style. High Energy.] It don’t own me no more! The past don’t own me no more! I’m standing in the heat! I’m standing on my own two feet! Burn it down! (Yeah, burn it all down!) [Final Chorus - Maximum Volume] I’m gonna BURN THE LIST! Watch the smoke rise up! I’m drinking freedom from a brand new cup! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! I’m gonna BURN THE LIST! [Outro] [Music slows down. Feedback from the guitar.] It’s gone. Up in smoke. (Spoken, exhale) It is finished.

Burn The List (Inventory)