Torches

You cannot change the life you were born to live As you play your part the world will take and give And magnesite may not be guaranteed This empires a burden you'll see The hand cannot owe What the mind cannot read The war is just an inch under your skin And your palace, just a trophies of your sin Your body just important as your soul Your powers not complete without control This empires a burden you'll see There no polishing this poverty I'm passing my touch to the blind I hope your lucks better than mine Won't you circle the sky waiting for something to die? Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in it's blood I won't dull sense of time I'm passing my touch to the blind I hope your lucks better than mine This empires a burden to me My hands cannot owe What my eyes cannot see Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in it's blood Vultures circle the sky waiting for something to die Children stare at the sun waiting to bathe in it's blood You cannot change the life you were born to live