I sit on my throne,
the mortal king no one knows,
and the apathy grows.
I cover the room in passions and blues,
but the horn's never tune.
And the rocket goes off, the peasants hum along
They too often know the song.
There's a snap and we bleed,
We went straight for the cheese and ignored all our needs.
Well the archers are poised to cut down the noise
that springs from all of our joy.
They flash caps and gowns, paychecks and crowns
while we laugh at the sound
of the poor boys in bars just playing guitar.
Well they know who they are.
While we follow the rules of drivel for jewels in the specter of school.
Well you lost me.
But you caught.
You've built a terrifying army
Get us early, so I don't know what's crawling on me.
I'm sick of lying to myself.
I'm sick of pretending that I am somebody else.
credits
from Young,
track released July 8, 2013
Written by Blake Wrobbel
Vocals and piano by Blake Wrobbel
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