The cities are burning but the children are fine
The loss of compassion is blowing my mind
They say that this darkness and storm have just showed up
But these corrupt fuck just make me want to throw up
I’ll give you an answer I’ll throw you a line
I don’t think about what I do all the time
I’m losing all faith as they’re lost in decent
It makes me think twice about being a man

So I don’t have the answers, I don’t have the cure
And that being said you still hang on my words
I’m killing off comedy, killing off sense
With a drive and a passion that’s so relentless
Well I don’t have the answers, I don’t have the cure
And you’re such a fool for following my words
I’m taking you down faster than you would think
With anger and rage that would drive you to drink

Looks like we forgot how to learn again
For reasons I can’t even try to defend
We’ll watch it burn as they repeat the fall
Front seats to the end of it all.

a sad little king on a sad little hill.
a representation of loss of good will
this whole thing is falling apart at the seams
and we have nightmares instead of dreams

A slave to a queen with an iron fist rule
The crippled odd thoughts of a dying old fool
We came so far but got nowhere at all
This is where we fall.