Am I supposed to be sorry, my words struck a nerve
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Am I supposed to be sorry that I lift dust where my footsteps once were
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Maybe I¡¯m supposed to care for grand ideas never expressed
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It took no heart, pierced through so clear
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More verbal piss in the well of your fear
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Here¡¯s your apology, here¡¯s to burning out
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And here¡¯s to fading away
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F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch
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So with those new found ideals
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You¡¯ll be well on your way
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And changing agendas is part of your game
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Your sense of entitlement strengthens your pain
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It shows on your twisted face
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Wearing a drawn out shade
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I take it all and I put it to the torch
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I torch it all without a shred of remorse
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Here¡¯s your a?ology, here¡¯s to burning out
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And here¡¯s to fading away
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F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch
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Put it to the torch
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And let it burn!
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Oh torch it!
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Put It To The Torch
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Hatebreed |