Torches and Tragedies 歌词

	作曲 : Pabich, Rankin
	Children who watch their fathers rise to work each day
	Becoming bitter as they piss their lives away
	Out of balance as he stumbles to the porch
	Too young to recognize the passing of the torch
	And so they cry (in fear)
	They wonder why (not here)
	The cycle punctuates an atmosphere of pain and lies
	It gets to where one never knows what to expect
	A bedtime story or a broken nose or neck
	They take it in and take it on
	Like they've been shown
	It goes on and on and
	Too many sterile homes without a thing to say
	A generation losing innocence this way and
	No recognition of the bridges as they burn
	Just repetition of behaviors they have learned
	And so they cry (in fear)
	They wonder why (not here)
	We tip the fragile scales of temperament and guilt
	Too soon mistaken for the will that makes us strong
	But looking back it's just the shame we pass along
	My dreams too often true
	I will never be the same as you
	Born dead to live a lie
	Shut down when
	I see you cry

	zuo qu : Pabich, Rankin
	Children who watch their fathers rise to work each day
	Becoming bitter as they piss their lives away
	Out of balance as he stumbles to the porch
	Too young to recognize the passing of the torch
	And so they cry in fear
	They wonder why not here
	The cycle punctuates an atmosphere of pain and lies
	It gets to where one never knows what to expect
	A bedtime story or a broken nose or neck
	They take it in and take it on
	Like they' ve been shown
	It goes on and on and
	Too many sterile homes without a thing to say
	A generation losing innocence this way and
	No recognition of the bridges as they burn
	Just repetition of behaviors they have learned
	And so they cry in fear
	They wonder why not here
	We tip the fragile scales of temperament and guilt
	Too soon mistaken for the will that makes us strong
	But looking back it' s just the shame we pass along
	My dreams too often true
	I will never be the same as you
	Born dead to live a lie
	Shut down when
	I see you cry

	zuò qǔ : Pabich, Rankin
	Children who watch their fathers rise to work each day
	Becoming bitter as they piss their lives away
	Out of balance as he stumbles to the porch
	Too young to recognize the passing of the torch
	And so they cry in fear
	They wonder why not here
	The cycle punctuates an atmosphere of pain and lies
	It gets to where one never knows what to expect
	A bedtime story or a broken nose or neck
	They take it in and take it on
	Like they' ve been shown
	It goes on and on and
	Too many sterile homes without a thing to say
	A generation losing innocence this way and
	No recognition of the bridges as they burn
	Just repetition of behaviors they have learned
	And so they cry in fear
	They wonder why not here
	We tip the fragile scales of temperament and guilt
	Too soon mistaken for the will that makes us strong
	But looking back it' s just the shame we pass along
	My dreams too often true
	I will never be the same as you
	Born dead to live a lie
	Shut down when
	I see you cry

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