Lirieke: Grave Maker. Drop The Torch.

Dead dreams, false hopes
Broken ambition
Your wretched lies and crooked disguise
Reek of insincerities and life's passing you by
Past your fake front
Past all the lies
Past our disguise
Tie to move on old man
Let it die
You swing a mighty hammer but it carries no weight
You hold no weight
You steal and cheat to make your way through
There is so much value in the wise and true
A pair of shoes that will never fit you
Drop the torch
Give up on the Ghost
Let it die
Your past won't save you this time
Your life is a lie