Reason to be ill at ease

The castle falls and the village pleads

Its course has been run, it's gone too far

People don't eat, but the top fills up

There is reason to feel strange

A part of a world that's unable to change

There is reason to destroy

A corrupt system filled with wardens and cops

You're born in it, you live to work

And if you can't, that's just bad luck

Kinda seems like there could be a far better way

Kinda seems like it, but at the end of the day

I've got no idea

I've got no idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

I'm spent, I'm spent, employed and spent

Make plans, make plans, made plans and the carpet stinks

The carpet stinks, the mold laid bare

To imagine a world, where the kingdom cares

This can't be it, we must make change

This can't be it, but at the end of the day

I've got no idea

I've got no idea

I've got no idea

I've got no idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

No idea

I've got no idea

I've got no idea

No idea