The burn

Lyrics

Verse 1: The Artists
Yo, under desert skies, where the dust collides,
Creators paint with fire and watch the chaos ride.
Brushstrokes of neon, sculptures of bone,
Building temples to burn, then they’re gone like a ghost.

Canvas of stars, LEDs in the sand,
Art cars rumbling like a tribal band.
They craft with their soul, leave it all on the floor,
Then let the flames take it—ashes mean more.

Chorus:
We rise in the dust, and we burn by the night,
Freaks and dreamers igniting the sight.
From the artists to the mavens, carnies and the tourists,
Everybody’s glowing in this sun-scorched forest.

Verse 2: The Mavens
Mavens roll in with their knowledge supreme,
Hack the playa like a lucid dream.
They barter ideas, remix the bizarre,
Coding the cosmos in a mutant car.

They’re the ones who know where the secrets stay,
Hidden oases in the desert ballet.
They whisper the ways of the city they built,
Holding the dust like a silk-wrapped quilt.

Chorus:
We rise in the dust, and we burn by the night,
Freaks and dreamers igniting the sight.
From the artists to the mavens, carnies and the tourists,
Everybody’s glowing in this sun-scorched forest.

Verse 3: The Carnies
Step right up, don’t blink, don’t pause,
Carnies spin fire with applause as their cause.
Jugglers of chaos, sideshow delight,
Pyromaniacs on stilts through the moonlit night.

Their tents are alive with the surreal parade,
Games of madness in the masquerade.
Wielders of wonder, they break all the rules—
In this dust carnival, we’re nobody’s fools.

Bridge:
Tourists roll through with their Instagram plans,
Feathers in their hair but no dust on their hands.
They gawk at the flame, but they don’t feel the burn,
True lessons are learned when you give, not earn.

Final Chorus:
So rise in the dust, and burn with the heat,
Dance through the echoes of the drumline beat.
Artists, mavens, carnies, and tourists—
We’re all one spark in this wild-eyed chorus.

Outro:
When the man burns, let the ego die,
Leave your name in the dust, kiss the sky goodbye.
This ain’t a festival—it’s the rebirth of you,
Black Rock rises, then it fades into blue.