Wicked Days

Wicked Days - Android lust

Hey come away

What see my eyes

I'll thoughts on my mind

These bitter days

We move undercover

As crowds deliver

The crown to the foul and the dumb

Day come again

Pray save my son

From the trench and the gun

These wicked days

The masses are cradled and fed

They've long lost the use of their heads

We are fading fast

Our numbers are failing at last

So let's kill the king once again

Speak not again

Know you my heart

As we stand worlds apart

These troubled days

We are fading fast

Our numbers are failing at last

So let's kill the king once again