We're told
To hear not
A pin drop
For a moment we forgot
Be bold and headstrong
Or either one
But don't break your own window
So gather the horde
They're like sheep to their slaughter
Who buried your flag and who locked down your border?
Why carry the weight of the world on your shoulders?
Lest we regret
At the end of my rope
Like a flame to the moth
And how can i let you know it
The end of my rope
A saint and a fraud
And i won't relent you know