Pass the torch

Blow it out like it's your birthday

Represent the worst things

Wish for even more

Don't ask, don't tell, don't tell me

Too soon to know what's to come

I oblige and take a front row seat to witness the fall

Lap it up

The disease we're all afraid of

There is no release, no feeling quite like this

And if there were

Could we harvest its essence?

Could we find a cure?

We need it now to savе us all

Maybe next time

Maybе we're alright

Maybe it's time to

Pass it off to the next in line