i am the silent servant
and so far nothing fills me
with a hand
stretched out to ya

like a mime waiting for my pay
in laughs or in
applause
whatever I gain it's just the same

i am the public
bloodlust
let's see what this time kills me
what the crowd wants is my
will

and i'm readily waiting on my knees
for the stroke of grace or my
healing
i will deliver with no shame

and if needed i'll rise above
all
this shit and leave this place

welcome to the starlight
feed the rich and
crawl
lay me down and clench my

fists before i fall

i'm the collective
conscience
unspoken yesterday's shame

with destiny as our spearhead
we've
justified the lies we spread
what the world needs is a meaning

and lust to
keep out of your grave

you've been treated just like before

and you feebly
greet this day

welcome to the starlight
feed the rich and crawl
lay me
down and clench my

fists before i fall

must be dressed up to kill the
king

must be dressed up to kill the king
must be dressed up to kill the
king

must be dressed up to kill the king