Wicked World [closed for testings]

Our fortune running out and our options running dry With no one else to turn to We're dancing in the flames, to the sounds of our demise Drinking to our apathy, 'cause all we do is wait The king, the sacred crown, the chalice Who rule over these famine lands, whose bounty goes to waste A power that corrupts, regaling this as fate The water's rising to our necks and still we sit and cry