we are cutthroats we aren't the civil-est of beings
we got the voice of the wind on our shoulders
and in our dreams,
and can you say that you've traveled far
to the lands unseen
the clear and dark,
ruled by futile lords with whispers in their ears
not by the person seen in the mirror
we don't expect any handouts
it would be a waste of time,
mother should I trust the government
when all they do is lie,
i kinda think I wanna burn it all down tonight
everywhere there's treasure
off with their heads,
we live a little more than the already dead
take back your city spark the match inside,
lend an eye to the blind, let's burn it down tonight
night turns day light turns grey,
clouds are intimidating, but they only carry rain
water fills the streets, maybe neck deep
but you will only drown if you fall back asleep