A notion cold as the night air Starts within in my head Spreads like ink right through my veins All of our kings are dead I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate Surely as I share your blood will I end up the same? If there's one thing I have learned In my short time on this earth Devotion should be owed not earned Only you determine what you're worth We are set free We are the sons of apathy Though it's not right It's all we know And there's no one left to follow We are the heirs to empty thrones And promises unkept We sit and watch the empire burn with mild disinterest, But we are not forsaken, We have a gift worth more than gold We've been shown how not to live By gracious kings of old If there's one thing I have learned In my short time on this earth Devotion should be owed not earned Only you determine what you're worth We are set free We are the sons of apathy Though it's not right It's all we know And there's no one left to follow My father was an oak The earth moved when he spoke My father conquered seas But was not there for me. My father was an oak The earth moved when he spoke My father conquered seas But was not there for me. My father was an oak The earth moved when he spoke My father conquered seas But was not there for, Was not there for me. We are set free We are the sons of apathy Though it's not right It's all we know And there's no one left to follow