Atypical Abolition Tomorrows Arson Official Audio

Atypical Abolition — Tomorrow’s Arson Official Audio An anonymous music project built around satire, grief and resistance. “Tomorrow’s Arson” is a song about abandoned youth, broken institutions, inherited anger, and the moment when what was ignored starts speaking back in fire. No face. No idol. Only witnesses. LYRICS [Verse 1] Fluorescent morning, cracked-up floor Lockers humming like a mouth at war You sold us hunger and called it belief Chalk on our fingers, smoke in our sleeves Half-dead slogans peeling off the walls Cheap blue screens in the assembly hall You said sit still while the ceiling caved Now we speak in sparks you never gave [Pre-Chorus] No one came No one stayed Just a pile of shining promises Dry as paper in the rain [Chorus] Tomorrow’s arson in our teeth You left the matchbook underneath Called us noise, called us lost Now the fire talks in us You called us smoke above the dark But we were always, always the spark [Verse 2] Gym light flickers on the EXIT sign Glowing sideways like a roadside shrine Paint on our knuckles, ash in our hair Nobody holy, nobody spared We learned the city through the siren’s throat Through debt, through drift, through every joke Through fathers shrinking in the evening news Through mothers counting what the fire chews [Pre-Chorus] No parade No clean slate Just the smell of something finished Waiting underneath the paint [Chorus] Tomorrow’s arson in our teeth You left the matchbook underneath Called us noise, called us lost Now the fire talks in us You called us smoke above the dark But we were always, always the spark [Bridge] We were the kids in the back row glare Breathing dust and secondhand prayer You built the house out of gasoline Then acted shocked when the walls turned mean We are not clean We are not cured Just what survived you And still wants more [Final Chorus] Tomorrow’s arson in our teeth You left the matchbook underneath Called us noise, called us lost Now the fire talks in us You called us smoke above the dark But we were always, always the spark [Outro] Morning comes With blackened hands And something warm Still trying to stand Music & lyrics: Atypical Abolition © 2026 Atypical Abolition #AtypicalAbolition #TomorrowsArson #officialaudio