Kings and servants all lined up to hunt us down
Taking every single thing they see around
Everyone enchanted by their speaking tongues
Breathing bad perfumes and dust to fill our lungs
'Till choking
Trade my something for your nothing
Waking from a slumber to sleep again
And again
Singing loud fake hallelujahs
Going nowhere
Thrown to waste
Far from grace
We're caged birds under a sky that wants us free
It's so strange no one is willing to escape this misery
Trade my something for your nothing
Waking from a slumber to sleep again
And again
Singing loud fake hallelujahs
For this wasteland
Dead in pain
Dead in vain
I'd rather be somewhere else
When the world explodes
I'd rather be somewhere else
When the world explodes
I'd rather be somewhere else
When the world explodes
I'd rather be somewhere else
When the world explodes
I'd rather be somewhere else
When the world explodes
