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letra de torchbearer - this dying hour

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 accountablе
when the only rules you bеlieve 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 d-mned
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 sp-ce
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
d-mn it so i turn the other cheek
your false priest is a liar
within me there is a fire
this nitty gritty city is d-mned
if we free our darkest desire
don’t ignore my division i war with precision press forward the mission
is always important stop b-tching
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 f-cking disgust me
you bear torches to find the sp-ce 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
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