Torches (FVCK MISERY)
Fuck!
How the fuck could we be so dismal
When we've got what we wish they had?
I mean it's pretty fucking simple
How did our vision get so bad?
Take the torch from the hands of a hellion
And wear it like a cross
Let's move forward this rebellion
Learn a lesson from the loss
So if you wanna run you can
But run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your heels, carry on the memory
Fuck pain
Fuck dread
Fuck grief
Fuck misery
We've got mornings at our windows
We've got birthdays to attend
And even though our lives have lied to us
Doesn't mean that they have to end
If it's sick prescribe it mercy
If it's hollow fill it with joy
Just don't lend your woes and worries
To a fate you can't avoid
So if you wanna run you can
But run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your heels, carry on the memory
Fuck pain
Fuck dread
Fuck grief
Fuck misery
And I'm still here with my mother
I've discovered a soul-mate
Had a war with my brother
And we changed
I found a brand new cult
Unmasked the devil in my bed
I know my boys are proud of me
Even now that they're gone
So if you wanna run you can
But run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your heels, carry on the memory
Fuck pain
Fuck dread
Fuck grief
Fuck misery
How the fuck could we be so dismal
When we've got what we wish they had?
I mean it's pretty fucking simple
How did our vision get so bad?
Take the torch from the hands of a hellion
And wear it like a cross
Let's move forward this rebellion
Learn a lesson from the loss
So if you wanna run you can
But run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your heels, carry on the memory
Fuck pain
Fuck dread
Fuck grief
Fuck misery
We've got mornings at our windows
We've got birthdays to attend
And even though our lives have lied to us
Doesn't mean that they have to end
If it's sick prescribe it mercy
If it's hollow fill it with joy
Just don't lend your woes and worries
To a fate you can't avoid
So if you wanna run you can
But run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your heels, carry on the memory
Fuck pain
Fuck dread
Fuck grief
Fuck misery
And I'm still here with my mother
I've discovered a soul-mate
Had a war with my brother
And we changed
I found a brand new cult
Unmasked the devil in my bed
I know my boys are proud of me
Even now that they're gone
So if you wanna run you can
But run with a torch in hand
Let that fire burn up every turn of every crooked street
Light the face of every cynic That you meet
And with the past at your heels, carry on the memory
Fuck pain
Fuck dread
Fuck grief
Fuck misery
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Belt
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