Burn The Hours
They said the future was golden, but all I see is rust.
Dead screens, empty promise, another dream turned to dust.
I was born for the middle—forgotten, unseen.
I learned to kneel in silence, learned to worship the machine.
But there’s gunpowder laughter simmering under my skin.
Every “no” they gave me just taught me how to sin.
I’m done with apologies, with hunger and prayer.
I’ll burn every second left, let the ashes fill the air.
The city is empty, the air’s gone stale.
Truth’s in the gutter, the liars prevail.
But I am not broken—I have no shame.
I carve new futures, I piss on their blame.
Light the torches, bring the noise.
Wake the lost girls, the angry boys.
We’ll riot in daylight, fuck in the rain.
If the world is ending, let’s savor the pain.
Take their medals, break their swords.
Turn every law into shattered words.
We are the end, we are the start.
Every heartbeat’s a fucking work of art.
Burn the hours, fuck the rules.
We’re not their cattle, not their fools.
Raise your glass to the broken, howl with the mad.
If it all goes under, it’s the best we ever had.
No regrets, just gasoline dreams—
let it burn, let us scream.
We’re the last ones laughing when the lights go black.
Burn the hours.
There’s no turning back.