if you fall on your sword
you might be a saint

or you might be a martyr
you stand up straight
learn to think

but you follow blindly

the days are plain walk the lane

grip on sane catch the train to leave yourself
just left on the out bound lane


turn around talk out loud
don't make a sound hum to yourself
happy you were born with a spoon in your mouth


it was wrong what they said
it's true what they said


one at time all my friends come down
i've seen the lights and i've heard the sirens sound

but we still wear the crown
and the ground seems like a lovely place to lay


call it freedom justified kingdom
pleased by places that you've never been
selling stories that you've never seen

past your screen