May 13, 2007 16:14
Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?
Do you believe in anything?
Do you carry it around just to burn things down?
What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing,
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say.
You are freezing over hell,
You are bringing on the end, you do so well
You can only blame yourself, it's what I say.
I think he knows who he is...