Broken frame Fit for a King

(These words, these words
They are the only ones that I come back to
And with these hands
We'll move the world just to find you)

Here's to a life of a broken fame (caught in the motions)
You've been letting the world decide your fate
A weak man, in a stronghold
Consumed in all the things he needs
But it's never enough
It's never enough it seems

Some may call it the high life
But you took the easy way out
You had your moment to shine
But now it's wasted
You've done nothing but waste it

We've gotta find a way to show you how
To pull these words from the pages
To make this world your own

These words, these words
They are the only ones that I come back to
And with these hands
We'll move the world just to find you