something wicked this way comes
we don't like to fall
but when we come down we lose it all
then we open someone new
we eat their bones and wonder why they have no bones left
maybe one day we'll find we have
no need for a leader
i watch the faces on a screen
no question what i'll have to pay for my apathy
can you feel it on your face
the winds of change are a lot unfriendlier these days
maybe one day we'll find we have
no need for a leader
something wicked this way comes
we don't like to fall
but when we come down we lose it all
then we open someone new
we eat their bones and wonder why they have no bones left
maybe one day we'll find we have
no need for a leader