Shadows of the Sun, enraptured in the sound.
Hypernormal frequencies, illuminating clouds.
Hypernormal frequencies, illuminating clouds.
We televise the noise
to all that we can reach
The broadcasts preach the word
of better times and peace
to all that we can reach
The broadcasts preach the word
of better times and peace
We automate the lies
with images we fake.
Machines to grant our every wish
when all we do is take.
with images we fake.
Machines to grant our every wish
when all we do is take.
To apathy we drink
when dancing in the flames.
A chance for us to celebrate
because all we do is wait.
when dancing in the flames.
A chance for us to celebrate
because all we do is wait.
Who has the most is king,
constructed to be served.
So that which is destroyed,
is cheered on while it burns.
constructed to be served.
So that which is destroyed,
is cheered on while it burns.
With nothing left to lose,
and seconds ticking fast,
though time is running out,
all we do is laugh—
and seconds ticking fast,
though time is running out,
all we do is laugh—
and hide among the crowd,
drowning in its noise,
in envy of the beautiful—
facades of shallow grace
drowning in its noise,
in envy of the beautiful—
facades of shallow grace
The best would try and fail,
feel helpless at the task,
but lead as if they rule in hell
when all we do is wait.
feel helpless at the task,
but lead as if they rule in hell
when all we do is wait.
Our fortunes running out,
and our options running dry.
With no one else to turn to,
still, we sit and cry.
and our options running dry.
With no one else to turn to,
still, we sit and cry.
We’re dancing in the flames
to the sounds of our demise.
Drinking to our apathy
because all we do is wait.
to the sounds of our demise.
Drinking to our apathy
because all we do is wait.
The King, the sacred Crown,
the Chalice, and the Mace,
who rule over these famine lands
whose bounty goes to waste.
the Chalice, and the Mace,
who rule over these famine lands
whose bounty goes to waste.
A power that corrupts,
regaling this as fate.
The waters rising to our necks
and all we do is wait.
regaling this as fate.
The waters rising to our necks
and all we do is wait.
Lyrics by VNV Nation - Wait
