if you fall on your sword you might be a saint or you might be a martyr you stand up straight learn to think but you follow blindly the days are plain walk the lane grip on sane catch the train to leave yourself just left on the out bound lane turn around talk out loud don't make a sound hum to yourself happy you were born with a spoon in your mouth it was wrong what they said it's true what they said one at time all my friends come down i've seen the lights and i've heard the sirens sound but we still wear the crown and the ground seems like a lovely place to lay call it freedom justified kingdom pleased by places that you've never been selling stories that you've never seen past your screen