In the palace of fame
Who can you blame when all are just the same,
Yet claim some righteous pain?
You are seeking but like gain
And left cards upon the floor.
The door was open,
But like cowards
We did not pick them up.
In the palace of fame
Who can you blame when all are just the same,
Yet claim some righteous pain?
You are seeking but like gain
And left cards upon the floor.
The door was open,
But like cowards
We did not pick them up.
