Thrall

Disconnected again, like seasons passed
United no longer. Divided, not stronger
I control nothing, and that's what’s killing me

Repressed by a syndicate of exploitation, but a serf to a system that hates you
Blurring the memory of our tragedies, drifting in sleep our dreams convey our amnesty

We see it all, every deluded step and stride
But sit here, sit here as the images sear our minds

That are lifeless, enter the unknown, whitewash reality
Living in the shadow for all too long, so let this be our song

How much longer will we live in the dark?
To think we had it all figured out
We're selfish and jaded
Who's to say we’ll recover?

Disconnected again, like seasons passed
United no longer. Divided, not stronger
I control nothing, and that's what's killing me

Heirs of a broken union, we refuse to follow in their footsteps
Collapsed under the pressure, destined for failure

Sinking endlessly, helplessly, begging but yet a piece of me finds beauty in this nonstop adversity
A fallacy among the many things we seek, discarded like toy soldiers in this plastic fleet

Our ashes thrown across the room, but a shell of a throne rests upon my feet
The ivory overgrew the statue, rust scarred the face that we once knew

Sit here, sit here as the images sear our minds

Disconnected again, like seasons passed
United no longer. Divided, not stronger
I control nothing, and that's what's killing me

Disconnected again
United no longer. Divided, not stronger
I control nothing, and that's what's killing me

Who's to say we’ll ever recover?