Throne Beg For A Change
I became so poor I'd auction off more than I owned anyday
and I felt my cheeks go red, but I had to ask anyway
I begged for change and
prayed there was hope left yet
I begged for change and
I held out my hands
we're failing and fading
I became so slight, I betrayed the secrets that kept me
alive, don't let me die
I see through archaic eyes, but I have to ask anyway
I begged for change and
prayed there was hope left yet
I begged for change and
I held out my hands
we're failing and fading