Sons Of Apathy

A notion cold as the night air

Starts within in my head

Spreads like ink right through my veins

All of our kings are dead

I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate

Surely as I share your blood will I end up the same?

If there's one thing I have learned

In my short time on this earth

Devotion should be owed not earned

Only you determine what you're worth

We are set free

We are the sons of apathy

Though it's not right

It's all we know

And there's no one left to follow

We are the heirs to empty thrones

And promises un-kept

We sit and watch the empire burn with mild disinterest,

But we are not forsaken,

We have a gift worth more than gold

We've been shown how not to live

By gracious kings of old

If there's one thing I have learned

In my short time on this earth

Devotion should be owed not earned

Only you determine what you're worth

We are set free

We are the sons of apathy

Though it's not right

It's all we know

And there's no one left to follow

My father was an oak

The earth moved when he spoke

My father conquered seas

But was not there for me.

My father was an oak

The earth moved when he spoke

My father conquered seas

But was not there for me.

My father was an oak

The earth moved when he spoke

My father conquered seas

But was not there for,

Was not there for me.

We are set free

We are the sons of apathy

Though it's not right

It's all we know

And there's no one left to follow