Death/bed

Between your womb and grave
The life you almost saved

Sit down, you can't relate
To the kings that you've enslaved

The sun won't rise when the morning comes
Run away to the beat of the drums
Did your best, couldn't add up the sum

The sun don't set on the modern age
He read her memoirs from a creaking stage
Walked away and fell asleep on her grave

Said he'd rather be a traitor then another slave

I back down, I can not take
The motion in my head

I got used to the pain
The heart I had to explain

The sun won't rise when the morning comes
Run away to the beat of the drums
You did your best, couldn't add up the sum

The sun don't set on the modern age
He read her memoirs from a creaking stage
Walked away and fell asleep on her grave

Said she'd rather be a traitor then another slave

Oh, you sterile souls
You walk like you already know

Oh, your sitcom rolls
You behave 'cause you already know

Oh, your fortune told
Now behave cause they already know

The sun won't rise when the morning comes
Run away to the beat of the drums
You did your best but couldn't add up the sum

The sun don't set on the modern age
He read her memoirs from a creaking stage
Walked away and fell asleep on her grave

Said I'd rather be a traitor then another slave