coming around to tick off the list of enthralled, shattered souls
with euthanasia, you can't relish in the distinct bitter passing
perched on their thrones the princes draw their power from you
but have sat on their hands until their fists can't be clenched
and can't outstretch a single finger to point
here to collect their spoils
in what kind of game were you a contestant?
here comes your standing ovation
you kill my lover, but kill my love for them never
now you sit down
sit right down
call my name and give them nothing
oh, see that look on their faces!
just dying for the answers
how the mighty have fallen
now it's you that's cast in chains