The King whose crown is confusion Confidently surrounds himself in illusion I've come to just this conclusion
That under us a faultline Patiently waits for the right time Open your eyes to the signs
I hope you know we all are disappointed I'd like to meet with this god you think anointed you Please pencil in my appointment Just as the sun starts retreating
With the strength of a thousand voices I want to bleed that my life Might affect some choices
I need some silence this noise is Clouding our thoughts God protect us Some things can not be bought
I've seen the crowds like a mother I've seen our actions as authors
I'm seeking sunlight in darkness And though I think I've found some God only knows of the outcome I'm praying we'll all live as one
I know the words I'm speaking And critics sleep in the blankets
I've come to just this conclusion
That under us a faultline Patiently waits for the right time Open your eyes to the signs
Yeah... open your eyes to the signs...