Spoiled

Spoiled children soon to fall

Freedom is the lie we live

We will wait for tragedy

And scatter helpless to the fire



Sorry for ourselves

Sorry for the things we've seen

No one cries for help

Waiting for the fire



When all our toys are burning

All these empty urges must be satisfied

Acted outside

Precious strength to turn the game to history



Giving up, I'm blown away

He said all I had to say

The final days have come and gone

Safe inside, there's nothing wrong



Nothing in these words

Sorry force of habit

Could it be way over my head?

Helpless to describe it



Could it be way over my head?

Helpless to describe it

Could it be way over my head?

Helpless to describe it



Dumb and cruel

Cut before it's grown

Lies so forced in bored control

It learned all that it cares to know