we are the torchbearers in a cold uncaring world we seek warmth to feel alive to feel anything at all calloused hands lifted toward empty skies drifting bodies on a desolate plane and you the righteous listen know that those who walk closest to the light are often left blind casting shadows casting stones so far from where you began so far from where you began how can you judge the quantity of love that it takes to make something real to bring warmth to bring warmth we must set this world to flame watch as the cruel dictators of morality choke on ash on ash and cinder together as one a beacon in the expanse of lightlessness we are the torchbearers