Tekster: July For Kings. Bed of Ashes.

Do you hear those distant voices
And sounds through the flames
The deafening drone of these clanking machines
In the lights it's the same
We're trying to free the sculpture from the stone
We'll take the rhythm from the throne if the radio is dying
Listen to me won't you listen to me

I don't want to lie in a bed of ashes
I don't want to burn in a midnight sun
I don't want to know if the system crashes
I don't want to go if it's just begun
I don't want to lie in a bed of ashes
I don't want to burn in the midnight sun, in the midnight sun

I scream like a madman in the morning
No one heard a thing
I had hoped for a more effective warning
No one felt the sting
Someone's savior never saved take it away
Till there's nothing left to say
The radio is dying listen to me won't you listen to me

I don't want to lie in a bed of ashes
I don't want to burn in a midnight sun
I don't want to know if the system crashes
I don't want to go if it's just begun
I don't want to lie in a bed of ashes
I don't want to burn in the midnight sun, in the midnight sun

Dancing like a child will we feel at all
Or just smile in another pretty prison
The wires frayed and broken free it's loud
As hell but I don't want to listen
Is existentialism so desperate condition
May seem painful but it won't last
I just march, march sometimes I get the last laugh

Machines and dreams to make the choices for you
Machines and dreams, I won't go out like that
Machines and dreams to make the choices for your
Machines and dreams, I won't go out

I don't want to lie in a bed of ashes
I don't want to burn in a midnight sun
I don't want to know if the system crashes
I don't want to go if it's just begun
I don't want to lie in a bed of ashes
I don't want to burn in the midnight sun
I don't want to know if the system crashes
I don't want to go I don't want to go

I don't want to lie, I don't want to go
I don't want to lie, I don't want to go