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Текст песни The Torch

Wash away, all the lines in 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
Tables turn, like legacy fades into a pile of dirt
On your knees, yeah pray to the maker, calls to the blade

[Chorus]
And turn back the hands on the clock
You're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work
Your hands to the bone on assembly lines
You've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
Your 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 your 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 but their prays fall deaf on the god that you choose
Forced amends, well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them

[Chorus]
And turn back the hands on the clock
You're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work
Your hands to the bone on assembly lines
You've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
Your 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 your torch.