Am I supposed to be sorry my words struck a nerve
Am I supposed to be sorry that I left dust where my footsteps once were
Maybe I’m supposed to care for grand ideas never expressed
It took no heart, pierced through so clear
More verbal piss in the well of your fear

Here’s your apology, here’s to burning out
And here’s to fading away
Fuck you both, I just put it to the torch

So with those newfound ideals
You’ll be well on your way
And changing agendas is part of your game
Your sense of entitlement strengthens your pain
It shows on your twisted face
Wearing a drawn out shade
I take it all and I put it to the torch
I torch it all without a single shred of remorse

Here’s your aṗology, here’s to burning out
And here’s to fading away
Fuck you both, I just put it to the torch
Put it to the torch
And let it burn!
Oh torch it!