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I love Thrice.

I don't think there's any hiding that fact.

The last one of these I did was actually another Thrice song, but in all honesty I could almost write an entire series of my theology through Thrice lyrics.

I won't do that. But I will share another one of their songs—one of my very favourite songs of theirs, and that's saying a lot.

When I asked the kids if they knew what The Arsonist was about, my son answered without hesitation (proud Dad moment) that it was about God destroying Israel for not obeying.

While I don't know officially what the intent behind the lyrics are, it does certainly sound like the song holds this theme.

For me—and perhaps for Dustin Kensrue, the lyricist—the words and underlying motif carry over to today and what I feel like God's relationship to Christianity might very well be like.

Or, perhaps, to take it more personally, what my own relationship to the church might be.

The Arsonist / Thrice // The Alchemy Index Vol 1

There's truth beneath the floor boards,
there's hope in brick and stone.
They tell me just to shut my mouth—
leave well enough alone.
But I think maybe all that's needed
is a match and gasoline
because I don't think that anyone of them believes that there will be a reckoning.

But I will see this city burn.

There's still good shepherds scattered—
they're far between and few.
The sheepskin that the wolves all wear
is so thin I see right through.
And I think maybe all that's needed
is some gas and open flame
because I don't think that anyone of them believes that fire can erase their names.

But I will see this city burn.
I said, I will see this city burn.

We will burn it down
and build it again what was buried in flame.
Burn it down,
and build it again from the bricks that remain.

I love this city—
but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city—
enought that I'll set it ablaze.

There's truth beneath the floor boards,
there's hope in brick and stone.
They tell me just to shut my mouth—
leave well enough alone.
But I think maybe all that's needed
is some flint and hardened steel
because I don't think that anyone of them believes the revolution's real.

We will burn it down
and build it again what was buried in flame.
Burn it down,
and build it again from the bricks that remain.

I love this city—
but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city—
enought that I'll set it ablaze.

Yah, it will burn.
Watch this city burn.

Yah, it will burn.
It will burn, it will burn.

It will burn. ✤

See the other parts of this series here:
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 1
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 2
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 3
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 4
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 5
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 6
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 7
☗ Wordy Wisdom, Pt 8