Torching Or Torture?

This was very much influenced by the band Thursday and my newly discovered love for their album, War All Of The Time. You'll probably notice the influence if you like Thursday, otherwise I have no idea...

Anyway, I hope you like it. I just wrote it really quickly then as I had a flash of inspiration.

Italics are screamy and also erratic

"Torching Or Torture?"

We swallow these words like keys sucked in by the locks on the doors,
We fall and we shall never regain our previous stance on this all,
So tall we could barely see the fate falling below us,
Teaching our young children that every great city will one day crawl,
With burning ash left from the burning buildings we left for a day too long,
This is our fault, this is all our fault,
And now the town hall's crying and I'm sorry young child but we have failed you.

Let the warmth of the earth heat our cold bodies,
I have never felt like this (never thought I would),
But who...? (What God would ever wish all this on us?)

We are so sick,
We are so sick,
We are so sick; (we are living with eyes wide open),
Yet we still tempt each other with lividity inside these lies,
We are turning blue and white everything we once cared about,
And now the pale tabletops made of granite, are stained with charcoal black,
From that night when we let the whole of the city down,
When we struck up those matches and discarded them onto the ground.

Let the warmth of the earth heat our cold bodies,
I have never felt like this (never thought I would),
But who...? (what God would ever wish all this on us?)

Briefly, over the static of the city, I hear a car roll up,
And slamming of doors, follows the retreat,
Escaping the car like thunder does clouds,
You are not proud...
(I can feel it from the coldness in the air...)
You are not proud...
(Tempting me closer with desperation and despair...)
You are not proud...
(The city was aged and we know that last legs can't walk...)
You are not proud...
(I am embarrassed to say that it's all my fault)

But let the warmth of the earth heat our cold bodies,
I have never felt like this (never thought I would),
But what God would ever wish all this on us?

The fire spat, "Love will not ever conquer it all,
This world is a desperate place just like I thought."

 

I gotta be honest, with all the Vacancy stuff, I'd never thought in a million years you'd write something like this. I'm not too fond of the title but nevertheless it's awesome. Great work mate.

I look forward to more SYC/Boulton's Brand works.

 

It's an awesome song, it's kind of like reading a monolouge fading into a story. I really like it.

 

Cheers

@Luke: Am not sure on the title either tbh, you mean you didn't think you'd see me writing about the end of a city? XD