Christ-like in the composition You're the brunt of the problem It's my bone of contention So many faults I fail to mention When the house is blowing down And you're fighting for the crown You got to learn to manifest the sound That gets them all running
You have a history of missing the point So let me point this one out Every time has it's season Every last moment it's reason
Fortune favors the brave This city is a dying whore It's too late to save And it will never change
Nauseous at the site Furious towards it's vice I get sick thinking about it Insane, faint-hearted When the house is blown down And you're fighting for the crown I get sick just thinking about it It gets them all running
You have a history of missing the point So let me point this one out
Change!
Don't let down, cold night Falling down to my knees