Hey king,
Are you here to command or observe?
Some say, our nights need control
Banish the bad, then pay the toll
No need to pretend you're in charge

It looks like a farce

Bring back old days
Bring back arms race
Bring me the war
"Stand firm"

Control the nights
Control our lives
Control the distress
Until there's no discomfort
Control the lies
Control our minds
This is our sacrifice
I see no other option
I see no option
We will disobey

Release the night
Release the smiles
Release the cries
Heal the swollen eyes

Once dropped, never found
My head to the ground