Beg for Change - Throne

I became so poor I’d auction off more than I owned anyday

and I felt my cheeks go red, but I had to ask anyway

I begged for change and

prayed there was hope left yet

I begged for change and

I held out my hands

we’re failing and fading

I became so slight, I betrayed the secrets that kept me alive, don’t let me die

I see through archaic eyes, but I have to ask anyway

I begged for change and

prayed there was hope left yet

I begged for change and

I held out my hands

we’re failing and fading