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