Am I supposed to be sorry my words struck a nerve?!
Am I supposed to be sorry that I lift dust where my footsteps once were?!
Maybe I’m supposed to care for grand ideas never expressed
It took no heart, pierced through so clear, more verbal piss in the well of your fear
Here’s your apology, here’s to burning out, and here’s to fading away
Fuk you both! I just put it to the torch..
So with those new found ideals, you’ll be well on your way
And changing agendas is part of your game
Your sense of entitlement strengthens your pain
It shows on your twisted face, wearing a drawn out shade
I take it all and I put it to the torch, I torch it all without a shred of remorse
Here’s your apology, here’s to burning out, and here’s to fading away
Fuk you both! I just put it to the torch..
Put it to the torch and let it burn!
Oh, torch it!
Artist: HATEBREED
Album: The Divinity Of Purpose
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