Текст песни This Dying Hour - Torchbearer

Оригинальный текст песни Torchbearer

You fight for freedom we fight for revenge,
The only difference is in he who holds the pen.
You say I’m not enough because I’ve witnessed your pain, but I contend our
suffering is the same.
We’ll light the torches
We’ll never learn
Our consequences outlive the fires our spirits burn.
You search for cancer but never look within, your hands are decorated
in only your sins.
You still hold me as accountable
When the only rules you believe, is you reap what you have sown.
Prepare to cup your hands tightly, you must drink from the blood that you’ve
drained. For if you choose to take a life you must taste their pain.
We’ll light the torches
We’ll never learn
Our consequences outlive the fires our spirits burn.
You search for cancer but never look within, your hands are decorated
in only your sins.
You’re entitled to learn the hard way, god forbid it be made easy. if you’re not
making trouble for yourselves then you’re making trouble for me. Grabbing the
lowest fruit because you won’t reach, you’re disgusting.
They might be damned
We stand to show them a way out this scam
Fighters and robbers and pagans in hand
And we'll fight till we're fighting with lasers in space
if it takes us more days than we planned
The mayor's a soothsayer
And the president's wife a witch
The false churches got bombed
Their leaders bodies laid out in a ditch
You burn my mouth as I speak
I've learned not to be weak
But the meek will inherit this planet
Damn it so I turn the other cheek
Your false priest is a liar
Within me there is a fire
This nitty gritty city is damned
If we free our darkest desire
Don't ignore my division I war with precision press forward the mission
Is always important stop bitching
All my endorphins are roaring from corner to corner
I don't know the meaning of boredom or wishing you're dishing out steam
But I'm giving out samples of lava I dream of the Father's example as Son
As I scream at the moon then I laugh at the sun and I'm done
You disgust me
You disgust me
You disgust me
You fucking disgust me
You bare torches to find the space between the trees, searching at dusk for a sign of
relief. In front of you, you fail to see. You’re burning the very things that are keeping
you breathing.
can you feel yourself blossoming? as the struggle will never end.
You still hold me as accountable
When the only rules you believe, is you reap what you have sown.
The struggle will never end. Balance your branches and keep growing.