Wait
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
'Cause 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
'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 waters rising to our necks
And all we do is wait
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
'Cause 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
'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 waters rising to our necks
And all we do is wait
Credits
Writer(s): Ronan Harris
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