When there is No flag upon my coffin, no name upon the wall when I traded all my daylight so the others wouldn't fall My own hands drew the map the traitors used to find me Now the smell of gasoline is all that's left behind me One breath, one last signal One stranger, one last door Burn my name, but let them live Take it all, I'd gladly give Every ash will hold the line They'll never know that I was mine Burn my name, but let them live A boy once passed me on a road, I never learned his face Tonight I'm in his headlights, in his quiet, in his space He sees it all, the flames, the hands, the men who sold me out And I'm already fading, but he'll carry it without a doubt Burn my name, but let them live Take it all, I'd gladly give Every ash will hold the line Burn my name, but let them live No one will know that I was here more