Pudgy-faced prince pushed a big red button
To aim steel missiles right between your eyes
Averting your look from all the real problems
The buildings are crumbling and the fish have all died
The storm
Will come
You'll see it
In the end, we might be dust
But the stars will shine on bright
Disconnect us, and release us
Together at least we can try
Put your life in the hands of a faceless politician
Says he'll keep you safe putting drones in the sky
Told you that your life is nothing more than a number
But the day that I believe it is the day that I will die
The storm
Will come
You'll see it
In the end, we might be dust
But the stars will shine on bright
Disconnect us, and release us
Together at least we can try