We can all pretend,There is nothing in the end A lie to believe,The widow weaves We struggle how to feel,The fable makes us real When once we were safe,What’s left, they take We are made of fire Touch us we will burn It’s our turn, Listen, learn… When the sky is dark, we’re standing with our heads held high, Our hearts lit up with laughter,While your hands on the knife No it wont mean a thing if you wipe the slate clean This empty crown will stain your brow And it wont mean anything The king of shattered souls,Letting sorrow take it’s toll Has further to grow,New seeds are sewn We can plant our own,Love repairs the throne Once empty, will fill,The tension stills. Old foundations break, We can heal the scars Forget their needless wars, Crown is full, once more. When the sky is dark, we’re standing with our heads held high, Our hearts lit up with laughter,While your hands on the knife No it wont mean a thing if you wipe the slate clean This empty crown will stain your brow And it wont mean anything When the sky is dark, we’re standing with our heads held high, Our hearts lit up with laughter,While your hands on the knife No it wont mean a thing if you wipe the slate clean This empty crown will stain your brow And it wont mean anything