Little Man of Little Men
Little Man of Little Men
Sitting high upon your wall
Gazing out upon your empire, That took so long to grow so tall
Now that your castle has come crumbling down
And your plastic currency is thrown all over the ground
You ponder your armor
What shattered your shell?
And how could this have happened
When things were going so well, so well
Little Man of Little Men
Within your walls made of pure gold
You stirred a secret recipe
And your subjects swallowed it whole
Consumed their daily dose, Made fat on their distraction
Confused art with commerce
And instant satisfaction
You sold your soul for diamonds
While you kept your conscience clear
And the prophets screamed and wailed
But your ears they would not hear, would not hear
Little Man of Little Men
There was no spy in stealth
There's no one left to blame
You did this to yourself
All of your horses, And all of your men
Are battling something that they can't comprehend
The people are coming, They've stormed through the gates
They've come for what's theirs, And for you, it's too late
The people are coming, They've stormed through the gates
They've come for what's theirs, And for you, it's too late
The people are coming, They've stormed through the gates
They've come for what's theirs, And for you, it's too late
Sitting high upon your wall
Gazing out upon your empire, That took so long to grow so tall
Now that your castle has come crumbling down
And your plastic currency is thrown all over the ground
You ponder your armor
What shattered your shell?
And how could this have happened
When things were going so well, so well
Little Man of Little Men
Within your walls made of pure gold
You stirred a secret recipe
And your subjects swallowed it whole
Consumed their daily dose, Made fat on their distraction
Confused art with commerce
And instant satisfaction
You sold your soul for diamonds
While you kept your conscience clear
And the prophets screamed and wailed
But your ears they would not hear, would not hear
Little Man of Little Men
There was no spy in stealth
There's no one left to blame
You did this to yourself
All of your horses, And all of your men
Are battling something that they can't comprehend
The people are coming, They've stormed through the gates
They've come for what's theirs, And for you, it's too late
The people are coming, They've stormed through the gates
They've come for what's theirs, And for you, it's too late
The people are coming, They've stormed through the gates
They've come for what's theirs, And for you, it's too late
Credits
Writer(s): Suzanna Liming
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