you got a lot of followers
but not that many friends
does it keep you warm and night?
will you feel safe upon the end?
you talk of starting over
yeah, you want to burn it down
the seeds will never be clean
after they've been buried in the ground
you remember things
you knew were never true
yeah, you boast of things
you know you'd never do
like a lighter without a flame
it will be never be the same
when they've all been beaten back
then who will you blame?
yeah, you pass the hat
and you collect their change
while you speak of your crusade
not knowing that
the end will come
from the rust upon the blade