Your Praying Is Idle - The Information

You said you wanted to see violence

You said you wanted to be saved

Now that the riders seek asylum

All your promises go stale

You got the darkness on a wire

You got your servants on a string

Now you make sure you keep a clear sight

The king is dead and so we sing

Oh no your silence

Oh no your stone cold lie

Oh no your highness

Your praying is idle

Now that we’re safe we keep an eye out

We set a guard and go to sleep

There’s no one left except the wise men

Their word is just and ours to keep

Oh no your silence

Oh no your stone cold lie

Oh no your highness

Your praying is idle