Torches

You cannot change the life you were born to live

As you play your part the world will take and give

and magnesite may not be guaranteed

This empires a burden you'll see

The hand cannot owe

What the mind cannot read

The war is just an inch under your skin

And your palace, just a trophies of your sin

Your body just important as your soul

Your powers not complete without control

This empires a burden you’ll see

There no polishing this poverty

I’m passing my touch to the blind

I hope your lucks better than mine

Won't you circle the sky waiting for something to die?

Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood

I won’t dull sense of time

I'm passing my touch to the blind

I hope your lucks better than mine

This empires a burden to me

My hands cannot owe

What my eyes cannot see

Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die

Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood

Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die

Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood

You cannot change the life you were born to live