Taming Lions Oceans Ate Alaska

They walk among us, with heads held high
The overseers of all
From their high thrown, we’re nothing but a grain of sand
In a sea of thousands
We’ll always find a way, to cease this silence

You’re no match for me
'Cause while you’re busy counting sheep
I’m taming lions in my sleep
Like a pack of wolves
I’ll hunt you down, single you out
And claim back our crown

There’s only room for one ruler, upon this horizon;
And I’ve made my own rules
Banished to the darkness, where no one can hear you

Vanquish the king!

You’re no match for me
'Cause while you’re busy counting sheep
I’m taming lions in my sleep
Like a pack of wolves
I’ll hunt you down, single you out
And claim back our crown