They cradle the sun and complain
That their skin is burning
They stand on your throat and ask
Do you even scare?
Pledges and promises
Weak of heart and prominence
Gutless, you deconstruct
Helpless, your sense of justice is corrupt
We eat from their hands and they
Help raise you, vermin
Look up from your screen and see
That the prize is theirs
Pledges and promises
Weak of heart and prominence
Gutless, you deconstruct
Helpless, your sense of justice is corrupt