CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Childhood’s End

While I can't hold your hand son
I will have your back

If a mountain stood in the way of my father
The mountain would move aside
A feat that wasn't passed down to me

A boy with a crown
An ill-fitting one
People post-breakdown
How their souls have been tested
In these times everyone
Is both judge and jury
And you still live in cages
Just with longer chains

New world disorder, that's how we exist
New world disorder, we can't resist

Dredge my heart of all the fear that I have inside
Minds, they forget
But the scars remember everything
No matter how much I've tried
You will reject
My attempts to be your rightful king
Your king