Song | Put It To The Torch |
Artist | Hatebreed |
Album | The Divinity Of Purpose |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
F*ck 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 aṗology, here’s to burning out | |
And here’s to fading away | |
F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch | |
Put it to the torch | |
And let it burn! | |
Oh torch it! |
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 | |
F ck 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 a ology, here' s to burning out | |
And here' s to fading away | |
F ck you both, I just put it to the torch | |
Put it to the torch | |
And let it burn! | |
Oh torch it! |
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 | |
F ck 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 a ology, here' s to burning out | |
And here' s to fading away | |
F ck you both, I just put it to the torch | |
Put it to the torch | |
And let it burn! | |
Oh torch it! |