Lyrics

Why do the wise no longer speak?
Seems to me, the world's too full of the meek
And those of us who speak don't have much to say
The air between their ears got in the way

We listen to them so confused
Happy in our convalescence
While all of the folks in the middle are turned to peasants

No class, no culture here remains
So we listen to loops and endless refrains
While bellowed sex and horror come from our cars
Stealing songs from a time that seems so far away

No one's left to write the new ones now
We're happy in our convalescence
While all of the folks in the middle are turned to peasants

The Boy King sits on his throne today
Daddy made sure that it would be this way
Standing safe within his House of White
Leaving the rest to stand in the cold outside

He's served his father oh so well
Happy in his convalescence
While all of the folks in the middle are turned to peasants

No life, no vision here remains
So we suffer in a land of bloodless stains
That spill from fences that we failed to mend
As we lie together here at the end

I tell you friend I don't feel so well
Lying in my convalescence
While all of the folks in the middle are turned to peasants

Why do the wise no longer speak?
Are they just in the ground beneath your feet?
Safe from the kings whose powers they fell
Safe from the souls they fed so well

Whose silence leaves desolation
There will be no exaltation