They walk among us, with heads held high.
The overseers of all.
From their high thrown, weâre nothing but a grain of sand.
In a sea of thousands.
Weâll always find a way, to cease this silence.
Youâre no match for me,
cusâ while youâre busy counting sheep
Iâm taming lions in my sleep.
Like a pack of wolves
Iâll hunt you down, single you out,
and claim back our crown.
Thereâs only room for one ruler, upon this horizon;
and Iâve made my own rules.
Banished to the darkness, where no one can hear you.
Vanquish the king!
Youâre no match for me,
cusâ while youâre busy counting sheep
Iâm taming lions in my sleep.
Like a pack of wolves
Iâll hunt you down, single you out,
and claim back our crown.
Weâve made this town our own.
They're calling us out, singing so loud.
So step aside, for tonights our night,
and were singing our hearts out.