The night is drawing nigh With violence on the cell phone screen The tyrants flaunt their might And prey upon the ones unseen Cause man seeks the highest office To find that there's never enough The temples and shrines of our progress Were built upon backs of the ones we say we love Parading through our days Comforted within our means We trade our time for things Scratch the itch and then repeat Cause man seeks the highest office To find that there's never enough The temples and shrines of our progress Were built upon backs of the ones we say we love When the bough breaks and castles falls Those sinking stones - who built them all? When the king slips from a throne so tall Those stones cry out, "Who built them all?" Cause man seeks the highest office To find that there's never enough