Silent Masses
So you think you can rule all the fools
Stayin' cool when the walls are coming down
Got the world on a string, but your bird cannot sing
All these men in the factory lines
All the angels who fell from the skies
You try to say hello- but they say goodbye
We are just the silent masses
The things we need are out of fashion
And that Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time
When the time is near and you close your eyes
Fear is distant - and not to be found - you are bright as the sun
When the time is up and you leave in silence
You're flying in angel's embrace - like a sound bursts through space
That's how this story ends
So you think you've got so much to give
But the way you're controlled leaves you stiff
You're a tool of the trade till the day that you die
All these men in the factory lines
All the angels who fell from the skies
So you try say hello - but they say goodbye
We are just the silent masses
The things we do are out of fashion
And that Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time
When the time is near and you close your eyes
Fear is distant - and not to be found - you're bright as the sun
When the time is up and you leave in silence
You're flying in angel's embrace - like the sound bursts through space
That's how this story ends
So you think you can rule all the fools
Stayin' cool when the walls coming down
All these men in the factory lines
All the angels who fell from the skies
In silent graveyards - they look for saviours
The land where all the suffering's gone
Stayin' cool when the walls are coming down
Got the world on a string, but your bird cannot sing
All these men in the factory lines
All the angels who fell from the skies
You try to say hello- but they say goodbye
We are just the silent masses
The things we need are out of fashion
And that Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time
When the time is near and you close your eyes
Fear is distant - and not to be found - you are bright as the sun
When the time is up and you leave in silence
You're flying in angel's embrace - like a sound bursts through space
That's how this story ends
So you think you've got so much to give
But the way you're controlled leaves you stiff
You're a tool of the trade till the day that you die
All these men in the factory lines
All the angels who fell from the skies
So you try say hello - but they say goodbye
We are just the silent masses
The things we do are out of fashion
And that Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time
When the time is near and you close your eyes
Fear is distant - and not to be found - you're bright as the sun
When the time is up and you leave in silence
You're flying in angel's embrace - like the sound bursts through space
That's how this story ends
So you think you can rule all the fools
Stayin' cool when the walls coming down
All these men in the factory lines
All the angels who fell from the skies
In silent graveyards - they look for saviours
The land where all the suffering's gone
Credits
Writer(s): Roine Stolt
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