Shadows and Depth

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