Future Burns

Through the confines

Trying on the king's shoes

Fragile agony

We will try to see it through

Your power absolutely

Manifests as torture, too

A psychic paperweight

Try to walk away

Honesty is power

Honestly, it's dead weight

Righteousness turned sour

No one else has

Any restraint

On your soapbox

Level with the rank and file

Common interest

Pandering the undefiled

It's all a recipe

Find yourself a guillotine

The huddled masses have no patience

And no energy

Honesty is power

Honestly, it's dead weight

Righteousness turned sour

No one else has

Any restraint