Stockholm

Bow down to the enemy. Spineless now, you kiss the ring. Welcome insecurity, proclaiming your own defeat. Words spread like bleeding rain. Lies injected straight to the vain. Vow to authority, to never wake up, never question their lead. No one's gonna save your soul. Devoured then you're thrown to the wolves. Bow down to the enemy. Spineless now, you kiss the ring. Welcome insecurity, proclaiming your own defeat. Waiting for them to save. Caving, you found your place. Found your place and you swear that you're heard, but you're a sheep in the herd with your face in the dirt. They want it all, they don't want peace. They will bury you six feet deep. No one's gonna save your soul, devoured then you're thrown to the wolves. --- Stockholm - Fit for a King