The King Is Dead

We advertise the fiction, it keeps us honest, makes us want it.
We salivate for nothing, and carry onward.
Open your eyes to see that this is over.
Oh, God, I wish that I could keep it honest, and take it all back.

In the middle of a cold street begging for change,
I help myself with every little thing that they couldn't take.
We wait in silence, acting selfish like there's no one to blame
Instead of running we embrace it and forget just the same.

Carry on like we were soldiers. The war has just begun.
We hold our hands to the fire to feel what we had lost.
What are we waiting for?

I'm running away from mistakes that I have made.
Is this what we've waited for? The funeral for everyone.
I say I love you still, but the only thing I know,
Is if we make it out alive…

In the center of the old man, there's a disease,
It gets inside and over time it eats away at the seams.
Like a sickness we're infected with the price we won't pay,
We turn our back to make it look like we don't understand.

Carry on like we were soldiers, to find that we were wrong.
We sell our souls for the answer to find what we had lost.
What are we waiting for?

I'm running away from mistakes that I have made.
Is this what we've waited for? The funeral for everyone.
I say I love you still, but the only thing I know,
Is if we make it out alive…

What are you running away from?
We've really done it this time.
If I decide to stay…

I'm running away from the mess we all have made.
This is what we say instead, 'the king is dead, the king is dead!'
I say I love you still, but the only thing I know,
Is if we make it out alive…