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 wait