Lyric The Torch

Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you ve aged it s a long way down
your back s been broken you can t make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes...
you re a rotten old man who ll be covered in dirt on your knees
and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed

Chorus:
Turn back the hand on the clock
you re a bitter old man who s done nothing
but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines
you ve grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
ignorance is something you can t over come but you ve passed it on down
and that s something much worse for a bitter young man...
is now taking the torch

Silent scorn - you ve taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage
they ve left you before but they ll come back again
they ll pray for you with all their love
but this time your indifference just can t be excused Forced amends
well it s something you ll die with but it goes on for them...
for a bitter young man...has now taken the torch...