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