king of the wreckage

filthy are the children
on the wreckage miming war
with sticks and stones and breaking bones
the world against them all

i am
i shall remain
king of the wreckage
i will rise to save the world

king of the wreckage...



amidst the twisted metal
sheltering from the rain
the children sing with their dreaming king
of the suffering and pain

we are
we shall remain
kings of the wreckage
we will rise to save the world

kings of the wreckage

the wreckage of our lives