Death/Bed - Secret Empire

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