| Torches |
|---|
| Torches, go! |
| Guide the vultures and rats to follow me home |
| I found a scrap of you which the pests had left behind |
| All for the love of the hammer and the nail |
| All for the braids of leather with the skulls of steel |
| For the bones that snapped and the blood that spilled |
| My hands remain clean |
| My guilt forever concealed |
