Verse
We got breaking news at breakfast,
Another siren in the feed,
Everybody selling answers,
Nobody asking what we need.
New flags hanging from the windows,
Old ghosts marching down the street,
They just changed the names and logos,
Same boots underneath the beat.
Granddad heard it on the radio,
Mom watched it live on TV,
Now it fits inside our pockets
And follows you and me.
Pre-Chorus
They say, “This time it’s different,”
Yeah, I swear I’ve heard that line
Every generation wakes up
Thinking history starts tonight.
Chorus
It’s the same old fire,
Just a different match,
Same old liars
With a brand-new catch.
We build it up, we burn it down,
We lose ourselves, then turn around
And scream, “WE WON’T BECOME THEM!”
While becoming them somehow.
Same old fire,
Different names
Different faces,
Same old games.
But if history keeps repeating,
Maybe we can change the rhyme
If we’re gonna make the same mistakes,
Let’s make a different one this time.
Verse
We got heroes made by morning,
Cancelled heroes after lunch,
Pick a side and wear the colors,
Don’t you dare think way too much.
Everybody wants a villain,
Everybody wants a cause,
Everybody loves rebellion
Till rebellion breaks their laws.
There were posters in the sixties,
There were riots, there were songs,
Kids were told to keep their mouths shut,
Kids kept proving grown-ups wrong.
[Pre-Chorus]
They said, “Your world is ending,”
To the kids of ’89
Every age has had a midnight,
Every dawn arrived on time.
Chorus
It’s the same old fire,
Just a different match,
Same old liars
With a brand-new catch.
We build it up, we burn it down,
We lose ourselves, then turn around
And scream, “WE WON’T BECOME THEM!”
While becoming them somehow.
Same old fire,
Different names
Different faces,
Same old games.
But if history keeps repeating,
Maybe we can change the rhyme
If we’re gonna make the same mistakes,
Let’s make a different one this time.
Bridge
Maybe Rome had better Wi-Fi,
Maybe Caesar had a phone,
Maybe every fallen empire
Thought it couldn’t fall at all.
Maybe kids in every decade
Looked their parents in the eyes
And said, “You don’t understand us.”
Maybe they were fucking right.
But I still believe in something
They can’t package, sell, or own
When the whole world says, “Pick a side,”
We can choose to think alone.
When they hand us ancient hatred
Wrapped in something redesigned,
We can finally leave the past
Where it belongs
BEHIND.
Chorus
It’s the same old fire,
So drop the match.
Same old cycle—
We don’t have to catch.
We’ve built it up, we’ve burned it down,
A thousand kings have lost their crowns—
So scream, “WE WON’T BECOME THEM!”
And fucking mean it now.
Same old fire,
Different names—
We know the ending,
Change the game.
If history keeps repeating,
We don’t have to sing in time—
If they keep handing us the same old words,
WE’LL WRITE A DIFFERENT FUCKING LINE.
Outro
Same old fire!
(Different match!)
Same old future!
(Take it back!)
Same old story!
(Not this time!)
