Behind The Throne
Tom Searle
Sowing the seeds
Roots dig deep, whilst we sleep
Snakes in veins, valves decay
All of the meaningless words we say
Cast the first stone, from behind the throne
Crown of thorns, now overgrown
All our wants and needs, bring us to our knees
Can't turn back now the seeds are sown
Seven billion, one of a kind
Collide together, intertwined
National lines used to define
Where we draw the enemy lines
Weapons aren't used in this war
Wait for the fallout from this absence of thought
All the things we can't afford to ignore
The sun doesn't shine anymore