Other Bomethius
Kill It With Fire (Get Rid of It)

There are two things that spur the production of art: hurt and madness. I'll be hurt, if you'll be madness. I'll be madness, if you'll be hurt.

Written and performed by Jonathan Hodges

Lyrics:
It's become difficult to breathe.
These wounds weren't this deep before.

I wasn't paying attention,
And now it's all too present.

We’ve colonized ourselves, and progress isn’t what it's said to be.
We’ve purchased a lie with our lives. And our children's children's children's.

Insecurity like a weed through sidewalks grows. And our lies have watered the concrete.

Let's cut down these stalks,
and pile them in the furnace
of our fathers and their faults.

Burn it all away. Kill it with fire, and burn it all away.

Revolutions are just misspelled disasters
—the befuddled confusion of words.

We don't know what we want,
but we don't know
what we don't want either.

As long as there's blood, then we'll be remembered.
Grab as much as you can
—before it waters the sidewalks of concrete.

Burn it all away. In the fires of Mordor. Cast it into the fire. (Get rid of it) The fires of Mordor.

Get rid of it.

We've colonized ourselves.
We've colonized ourselves.
We've colonized ourselves.