A Throne

Shoot the general in the back of the head 'Cause he missed the stirrup on the way up Now he's lying there dead I understand why you abandoned In the candid moment he tripped You flipped, looks like another one slipped Looks like another one slipped This just goes to show Broken people weren't made to seat a throne And when the witnesses of forgiveness die, we dig a hole When our heroes, they have fallen Do we even catch them at all? Maybe we should turn a blind eye Put a bullet in the sky Never wonder why we never ask questions I don't want to follow a peripheral I'd rather be cynical with a good view Cynical with a good view This just goes to show (This just goes to show) Broken people weren't made to seat a throne (They weren't made to seat a throne) When the witnesses of forgiveness die, we dig a hole When our heroes, they have fallen Do we even catch them at all? Listen Listen (Search the records carefully What you find no one else would dare to see) Will the real enemy show? (Search the records carefully) I can feel it creeping in slow, creeping in (What you find no one else would dare to see) Will the real enemy show? (Search the records carefully) I can feel it creeping in slow (What you find no one else would dare to see) Will the real enemy show? (Search the records carefully) I can feel it creeping in slow Will the real enemy show? (What you find no one else would dare to see) I can feel it creeping in slow Will the real enemy show? (Search the records carefully) I can feel it creeping in slow, creeping in slow But this just goes to show That broken is all we know