You're treated like a king even with nothing on
A hand to move the mouths of babes and sons
A hand to strike the blow for all the hands
A facade against a backdrop, fading, weak
And it seems just like a game of bending knees
And you take it on the chin while stepping back
You're a wash to throw the stones while taking on stones
And the knife is in your back while you turn to apologize
And you're crying for a sign that you choose to see, it seems
Just a game of bending knees
But you couldn't be benevolent and monster just the same
Or a bleeding heart talking to a mind of misery
Or a vehicle with nowhere to go
You expect them looking up to need you then
But you're looking towards the sky for answers when
I know you could take them on
Take them on
You could take them on
Take them on because
You couldn't be benevolent and monster just the same
Or a bleeding heart talking to a mind of misery
Or a vehicle with nowhere to go
Because you couldn't be benevolent and monster just the same
Or a bleeding heart talking to a mind of misery
Or a vehicle with nowhere to go
