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Who do you carry the torch for my young man?
Who do you have as a symbol of hope and inspiration and strive to live up to, my dear boy?

Do you believe in anything?
Do you have faith or conviction in any guiding principles?

Do you carry it around just to burn things down?
Or, do you carry those beliefs just to cause destruction and harm?

Meet me tonight on the turnpike, my darling
Let's have a rendezvous tonight on the highway, my beloved.

Cause we believe in everything
Because we are full of passion and ideals about everything.

If we sweat all these debts then we're sure to drown
If we let our struggles and debts overwhelm us, we'll surely fail.

So we'll strap ourselves up to this engine now
So we'll put ourselves behind this powerful force right now.

With a God that we found laying under the backseat.
We have found a deity that we keep hidden away in the trunk of our car.

What did you learn tonight?
What lessons did you gather from tonight's experiences?

Shouting so loud you barely see,
Screaming so much you can hardly perceive things clearly,

You're this broken thing,
You're a fragmented, damaged being,

You're a voice that never sings, that's what I say.
You're someone who never reaches their full potential, that's what I think.

You were freezing over hell,
You were isolated in a catastrophic, doomed scenario,

You were bringing on the end you do so well
You were causing your own destruction effortlessly and efficiently, as you've done before.

You can only blame yourself, that's what I say
Only you can be held responsible for your actions, that's my opinion.

All that you've taught is to ignore the things I was showing
All you've done is convince me not to pay attention to the important things I wanted to show you,

And sweep me under the rug,
And disregard me,

You're beating with a book everyone that book tells you to love,
You're endorsing a book that dictates your love for everyone, by the letter.

There is an ember in the heart of the kiln and its burning hot with love,
There is a passion in my heart that glows with intensity, fueled by love,

Burning out my center till there's nothing but dust,
Burning away my core until nothing remains but dust,

Rolling me with care into your cigarette,
Treating me delicately, like wrapping tobacco into a cigarette,

Cause the God I believe in never worked on a campaign trail.
Because the deity I have faith in is not a politician or campaigner.

Feels like we could escape, I don't mind throwing away the filthy silver song.
It seems like we could break free, I don't mind discarding the corrupt, meaningless tune.

If you try running the maze of your lies it's too hard to save,
If you attempt to navigate the labyrinth of your falsehoods, it will be impossible to save you,

If you've thrown out everyone.
If you've pushed away everyone around you.