notion cold as the night air
 Starts within in my head
 Spreads like ink right through my veins
 All of our kings are dead
 I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
 Surely as I share your blood will I end up the same?

 If there's one thing I have learned
 In my short time on this earth
 Devotion should be owed not earned
 Only you determine what you're worth

 We are set free
 We are the sons of apathy
 Though it's not right
 It's all we know
 And there's no one left to follow

 We are the heirs to empty thrones
 And promises un-kept
 We sit and watch the empire burn with mild disinterest, 
 But we are not forsaken, 
 We have a gift worth more than gold
 We've been shown how not to live
 By gracious kings of old

 If there's one thing I have learned
 In my short time on this earth
 Devotion should be owed not earned
 Only you determine what you're worth

 We are set free
 We are the sons of apathy
 Though it's not right
 It's all we know
 And there's no one left to follow

 My father was an oak
 The earth moved when he spoke
 My father conquered seas
 But was not there for me.

 My father was an oak
 The earth moved when he spoke
 My father conquered seas
 But was not there for me.

 My father was an oak
 The earth moved when he spoke
 My father conquered seas
 But was not there for, 
 Was not there for me.

 We are set free
 We are the sons of apathy
 Though it's not right
 It's all we know
 And there's no one left to follow