It's so obvious that common sense
does not exist now.
In a world that painted tragedy
with it's own hands now.
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right.
But either way there is no fight.
Nothing I'll win, but sure to lose.
Everything's fair to you.
(You only want the world your way.)
<Chorus>
This isn't a kingdom, you're not the king.
This is a world where we're suppose to be free.
We crushed our morals, and made them ours.
We took the truth, we took it too far.
And now we're shattered, beyond repair,
we look for answers, but they're not there.
And if it's not written, then it's not right.
Like it or leave it you'll lose this fight.
How could you look your child in the eyes,
and call them a monster?
When the one who is not human
is the one whose words hurt?
I hope the streets aren't cold tonight,
I hope your conscious feels the plight.
I hope the wolves you threw them too,
I hope they come tear into you.
(Maybe then you'll know what they've been through.)
<Chorus>
Here come the wolves.
A wolf in sheep's clothing, that's all that you are.
You're suppose to protect them, not tear them apart.
Your kingdom is falling with the error of your ways.
Don't know when you'll lose them, so ask them to stay.
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022