Shadows of the Sun, enraptured in the sound Hypernormal frequencies illuminating clouds
We televise the noise to all that we can reach The broadcasts preach the word of better times and peace
We automate the lies with images we fake Machines to grant our every wish when all we do is take!
To Apathy we drink when dancing in the flames A chance for us to celebrate because all we do is wait!
Who has the most is King Constructed to be served so that which is destroyed is cheered on while it burns
With nothing left to lose and seconds ticking fast, though time is running out, all we do is laugh—
and hide among the crowd, drowning in its noise, in envy of the beautiful facades of shallow grace
The best would try and fail, feel helpless at the task but lead as if they rule in hell when all we do is wait!
Our fortunes running out and our options running dry With no one else to turn to, still, we sit and cry
We're dancing in the flames to the sounds of our demise Drinking to our apathy because all we do is wait
The King, the sacred Crown, the Chalice and the Mace who rule over these famine lands whose bounty goes to waste
A power that corrupts, regaling this as fate The waters rising to our necks and all we do is waitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
