Am I supposed to be sorry, my words struck a nerve
Am I supposed to be sorry that I lift dust where my footsteps once were
Maybe I'm supposed to care for grand ideas never expressed

It took no heart, pierced through so clear
More verbal piss in the well of your fear
Here's your apology, here's to burning out

And here's to fading away
F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch


So with those new found ideals
You'll be well on your way
And changing agendas is part of your game

Your sense of entitlement strengthens your pain
It shows on your twisted face
Wearing a drawn out shade

I take it all and I put it to the torch
I torch it all without a shred of remorse
Here's your aṗology, here's to burning out

And here's to fading away
F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch
Put it to the torch

And let it burn!
Oh torch it!