Song | Torches |
Artist | The Bronx |
Album | The Bronx IV |
[00:08.62] | You cannot change the life you were born to live |
[00:12.18] | As you play your part the world will take and give |
[00:16.43] | and magnesite may not be guaranteed |
[00:18.56] | This empires a burden you'll see |
[00:24.43] | The hand cannot owe |
[00:26.87] | What the mind cannot read |
[00:37.26] | |
[00:44.51] | The war is just an inch under your skin |
[00:48.39] | And your palace, just a trophies of your sin |
[00:52.39] | Your body just important as your soul |
[00:56.40] | Your powers not complete without control |
[01:00.21] | This empires a burden you’ll see |
[01:03.89] | There no polishing this poverty |
[01:08.51] | I’m passing my touch to the blind |
[01:12.08] | I hope your lucks better than mine |
[01:15.77] | Won't you circle the sky waiting for something to die? |
[01:23.25] | |
[01:23.81] | Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood |
[01:29.57] | |
[01:32.38] | I won’t dull sense of time |
[01:39.21] | |
[01:50.33] | I'm passing my touch to the blind |
[01:54.15] | I hope your lucks better than mine |
[01:58.28] | This empires a burden to me |
[02:02.14] | My hands cannot owe |
[02:04.83] | What my eyes cannot see |
[02:09.21] | |
[02:13.90] | Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die |
[02:21.90] | Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood |
[02:28.34] | |
[02:29.84] | Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die |
[02:36.15] | |
[02:37.78] | Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood |
[02:44.46] | |
[02:54.46] | You cannot change the life you were born to live |
[00:08.62] | You cannot change the life you were born to live |
[00:12.18] | As you play your part the world will take and give |
[00:16.43] | and magnesite may not be guaranteed |
[00:18.56] | This empires a burden you' ll see |
[00:24.43] | The hand cannot owe |
[00:26.87] | What the mind cannot read |
[00:37.26] | |
[00:44.51] | The war is just an inch under your skin |
[00:48.39] | And your palace, just a trophies of your sin |
[00:52.39] | Your body just important as your soul |
[00:56.40] | Your powers not complete without control |
[01:00.21] | This empires a burden you' ll see |
[01:03.89] | There no polishing this poverty |
[01:08.51] | I' m passing my touch to the blind |
[01:12.08] | I hope your lucks better than mine |
[01:15.77] | Won' t you circle the sky waiting for something to die? |
[01:23.25] | |
[01:23.81] | Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood |
[01:29.57] | |
[01:32.38] | I won' t dull sense of time |
[01:39.21] | |
[01:50.33] | I' m passing my touch to the blind |
[01:54.15] | I hope your lucks better than mine |
[01:58.28] | This empires a burden to me |
[02:02.14] | My hands cannot owe |
[02:04.83] | What my eyes cannot see |
[02:09.21] | |
[02:13.90] | Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die |
[02:21.90] | Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood |
[02:28.34] | |
[02:29.84] | Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die |
[02:36.15] | |
[02:37.78] | Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in its blood |
[02:44.46] | |
[02:54.46] | You cannot change the life you were born to live |