Paroles: Headphones. Major Cities.

All empires
Eventually expire
And when they finally do
It's never pretty.

So just sit back
And wait for the attacks
Especially in the major cities.

Please hold my hand, son.
Daddy's got you.
Mamma's out in the car and
She packed your favorite blue shoes.

Here they come
Exploding like the sun
Ringing in my ears like independence
I love you
This doesn't favor me.
Still bullies out to get what's coming.