The Torch - Seventh Star

One thousand «knives in backs»

One thousand «true til deaths»

Saying the same thing over and over

Lives contradicting the label they give themseves

When in passing the torch did we kill the flame?

Different place and a different time

It’s the same face and the same rhyme

Regurgitate jargon the backwash of the kids before

No substance, empty words, and content with nothing more

Fading convictions replaced with the status quo

Beliefs traded for comfortable acceptance

Different place and a different time

It’s the same face and the same rhyme

Who can go against the crowd

When the crowd is forced into the same mold

When will we start to think for ourselves

This scene can’t save your soul