Wait - Single Edit
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, and feel helpless at the task
But lead as if they rule in hell when all we do is wait
Our fortune 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, 'cause 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 water's rising to our necks and all we do is wait
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, and feel helpless at the task
But lead as if they rule in hell when all we do is wait
Our fortune 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, 'cause 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 water's rising to our necks and all we do is wait
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Writer(s): Ronan Harris
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