The Torch


Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down - your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes... you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt on your knees and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed


Turn back the hand on the clock you're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down and that's something much worse for a bitter young man... is now taking the torch

Silent scorn - you've taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage - they've left you before but they'll come back again they'll pray for you with all their love but this time your indifference just can't be excused Forced amends - well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them... for a bitter young man... has now taken the torch...