Burned Bridges — текст песни (Get Up Kids)

I`ve met that point in my life.
Want came to need.
Burn these fields of corn, that surround.
My harvest gone at the price of maturity.
But these remains I`ve left to rot will be resurrected again and again
by the next generation of children who want to change minds
with the stain on hand.
But, it`s deeper than this, I`m not the only one who sees, it
lies in diversity;
acceptance to a degree, only to a degree.
The fire that once occupied my eyes has spread to destroy this world
I have grown. You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields
and not a second of patience to learn from me the same.
This time I harvest the crops of my past.
As far as the demigods are concerned, I`ve sold myself out just the same.
I`ve burned bridges to feign brothers.
Brothers of nothing more than a simple label.
So now, I`m in control after all, for myself I prove I still am.
But within these fields, they`ll say I never was