Letras
How could I be so naïve
To fall for the promises you made me
You paint yourself like a dream
Not a twisted reality, that you breathe
Pray to above
She won't hear you
Your paper kingdom crumbles
Buried in the dirt
Your power shrinks to mumbles
Will it be enough
Will you still drop the bomb
Given a second chance
No use apologising
God is sick of all your whining
This dystopian desire will
Wither you away
So round up your friends
And tell everyone, it's the end
We can revolution, start again
Be the new solution, now and then
Kill their delusions
They'll repent
Your paper kingdom crumbles
Buried in the dirt
Your power shrinks to mumbles
Will it be enough
Will you still drop the bomb
Given a second chance
No use apologising
God is sick of all your whining
This dystopian desire will
Wither you away
Your paper kingdom crumbles
Buried in the dirt
Your power shrinks to mumbles
Will it be enough
Will you still drop the bomb
Given a second chance
No use apologising
God is sick of your whining
This dystopian desire will
Wither you away