Cradle for a King - Light This City

Everyone sees through you
How do you sleep at night
Translucent eyelids don't keep out the light
Eyes that bulge apathetically
From your engorged
Yet empty
Head
Resting on a pillow bursting with dreams that will never take flight
Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs
Become hauntingly disturbingly and loudly chanted hymns
Frozen hearted martyr maker
What keeps you safe and warm at night
A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor
Dyed and colored with the blood
That you robbed from prisoners and slaves
Admit it you get off more when they are fighting to escape
And what holds you up there
High above the rest of us
Mighty only if the sheets weren't pulled over your head
The posts of your bed carved
From the bleached bones of your dead
The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they shed
This is where majesty lies awake feeling corruptly luxurious
Is this where dignity lies awake In a cradle fit for a king
Frozen hearted martyr maker
What keeps you safe and warm at night
A blanket woven with the flowers of forced labor
Dyed and colored with the blood
That you robbed from prisoners and slaves
Admit it you get off more when they are fighting to escape
You are not my hero you're only my sovereign
I'm not encouraged to follow in your noble shallow footsteps
Just expected to obey
And even though you're the one that represents all of humanity
You are still only human
The backbone of immortality breaks every time：
Our fatal flaws turn to fatal lies