what is left to give when you've spent four years in hiding scared by the [bad word] of your shadow consulting condolences from a weary disease of mourning widows this is the life you have chosen the life you have abandoned you have lived for the wrong reasons a repulsion of desire yeah you live for yourself destroy the free world yeah you breathe on your own destroy the free world you breathe on your own in a futile world live your life full on blizzards and cowards iced in in captivity this world has taken control through frozen eyes we see iced glazed poetry prolonged by icy memories we are the kings left to grow old in this town i can see we are destined for tragedy we are the kings left to grow old in this town