Shadows and Depth - Misery Signals

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

How can you judge the quantity of love

That it takes to make something real?

To bring warmth, we must set this world to flame

Watch as the cruel dictators of morality

Choke on ash and cinder

Together as one

A beacon in the expanse of lightlessness

We are the torchbearers