Misery Signals Shadows And Depth
We are the torchbearers In a cold uncaring world, we seek warmth to feel alive To feel anything at all
Calloused hands lifted toward empty skies Drifting bodies on a desolate plane And you, the righteous, listen
Know that those who walk closest to the light are often left blind Casting shadows, casting stones So far from where you began
How can you judge the quantity of love that it takes to make something real? To bring warmth, we must set this world to flame Watch as the cruel dictators of morality choke on ash and cinder
Together as one A beacon in the expanse of Lightlessness We are the torchbearers
