Spoiled

Spoiled children soon to fallFreedom is the lie we liveWe will wait for tragedyAnd scatter helpless to the fireSorry for ourselvesSorry for the things we've seenNo one cries for helpWaiting for the fireWhen all our toys are burningAll these empty urges must be satisfiedActed outsidePrecious strength to turn the game to historyGiving up, I'm blown awayHe said all I had to sayThe final days have come and goneSafe inside; there