Am I supposed to be sorry my words struck a nerve Am I supposed to be sorry that I left dust where my footsteps once were Maybe Im 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 Heres your apology, heres to burning out And heres to fading away Fuck you both, I just put it to the torch So with those newfound ideals Youll 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 single shred of remorse Heres your aology, heres to burning out And heres to fading away Fuck you both, I just put it to the torch Put it to the torch And let it burn! Oh torch it!
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