You carve the wood and you shape the stone.
You build a house, but you sit alone.
You sing a song from the depth of your soul,
But silence is the only bell that tolls.
Then you watch a grown man trip and fall in the dust…
And suddenly the whole world offers him trust.
The craftsman is pushed to the back of the line.
To earn your bread, you must leave your pride behind.

The Faceless King lives inside the glass.
Watching the generations slowly pass.
He doesn’t want the wisdom, he doesn’t want the grace.
He only pays for the pie thrown in your face.

Turn yourself to a clown, and the shadows applaud!
Go and paint your face for the silent god!
You speak a little truth and nobody cares.
But act like a fool and they buy your wares!
You used to chase the stars, now you chase the noise.
Selling your tomorrow like broken toys.
Millions are watching the endless show…
But where do the children have left to grow?

Look at the healer dancing in the hall of the sick.
Look at the builder performing a magic trick.
Six years of learning, the book is on the wall.
But to feed your house, the system makes you crawl.
You ask the little ones what they want to be…
They don’t want to build the ships that cross the sea.
They don’t want to learn the soil, or study the moon.
They just want to be the loudest in the crowded room.
Trading the harvest for a temporary bloom.
A society of jesters, dancing towards the tomb.

The Faceless King lives inside the glass.
Watching the generations slowly pass.
He doesn’t want the wisdom, he doesn’t want the grace.
He only pays for the pie thrown in your face.

Turn yourself to a clown, and the shadows applaud!
Go and paint your face for the silent god!
You speak a little truth and nobody cares.
But act like a fool and they buy your wares!
You used to chase the stars, now you chase the noise.
Selling your tomorrow like broken toys.
Millions are watching the endless show…
But where do the children have left to grow?

You trade your heavy gold for a paper crown.
Lost in the echoes of a painted town.
But the ancient soil didn’t raise no fool!
You built the library, you built the school!
Wash off the makeup. Take off the mask.
Step off the stage, that’s all that we ask.
You are the royalty, you are the light!
You don’t have to dance for the shadows at night!