You struck a match like it meant somethin’, Like smoke could make me small. Thought the fire would take my name, Thought I’d watch it fall. You love the sound of crackin’ wood, Love the glow of flame But you confuse destruction With erasin’ a name. I stood there while it burned down slow, Didn’t blink, didn’t move. Fire don’t scare a man With nothin’ left to prove. You thought the ashes meant defeat, Thought silence meant retreat But I don’t kneel in someone else’s smoke, And I don’t bow to heat. You don’t scare me with a spark. You don’t move me with a flame. You can torch what’s carved in timber You can’t touch what we became. We don’t burn. We don’t break. You can strike the match But we don’t shake. Let it fall. Let it flame. You can scorch the sign But not the name. We don’t burn. I’ve walked through rooms colder than this, Where words cut deeper than fire. I built my spine from shattered glass And nights of quiet desire. I’ve stood alone in darker storms Than anything you light. You call this war I call this Tuesday night. You mistake attention for control. You mistake reaction for a soul. We don’t answer to your flame We don’t live inside your role. Chorus (bigger, heavier) We don’t burn. We don’t bow. You don’t get to own us now. You can rage. You can try. But we don’t disappear in smoke and lies. We don’t burn. We don’t burn. We don’t bow. You thought the fire was power. Power don’t need fire. You thought the flame meant control. Control don’t survive desire. You burned wood. Not will. You burned a sign. Not the spine. You burned a board But we define. We don’t burn. We don’t fade. We don’t live in fear you made. Let it crack. Let it flame. You can strike a thousand matches You won’t touch the name. We don’t burn. We don’t burn. We don’t break. We don’t burn. We don’t break. We don’t burn.
