Thrones

Pain only seems to silence
You don’t know where confusion is
Awake or refute in a timely fashion
These are the leisure wins, sight
How many holes do I lay in?
How many thrones are just make believe?

I admit it, I did it
I admit it, I did it
Babe daydreaming on a screen
Frozen chance overly
The feelings we assign or leave in
We stay inside, ’cause we believe we are surrounded
I admit it, I did it
I admit it, I did it
The payment’s in for the taking
I admit it, I did it

Falling ashes at my feet
Wasted up in shadows in between
The faces I know
I would die to keep them from harm
We stay inside
‘Cause we concede we are surrounded

Pain only seems to silence
You don’t know where confusion is
Awake or refute in a timely fashion
These are the leisure wins