Broken Thrones

Signing papers behind closed doors (yeah)

Selling promises but waging wars

The ink is dry,

the trap is set

A debt we never can forget

And you sit up in your high tower

Counting every stolen hour

While the streets begin to shake

Under the watch of the executive hand

We watch the fires consume our land

A kingdom built on calculated lies

We scream our truth into the heavy skies!

(scream) Another decree, another screen

Polishing the state machine

You point the finger,

shift the blame

But we all know the player's name

Under the watch of the executive hand

We watch the fires consume our land

A kingdom built on calculated lies We scream our truth into the

heavy skies!

No more silence, no more grace

We will look you in the face

And watch your concrete fortress fall (down!) (down!)

We watch the fires consume our land...

(watch it burn) (watch it burn)