So you think you can rule all the fools
Stayin' cool when the walls are coming down
Got the world on a string, but your bird cannot sing

All these men in the factory lines
And all the angels who fell from the skies
You try to say hello but they say goodbye

We are just the silent masses
The things you need are out of fashion
That Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time

When the time is near and you close your eyes
Fear is distant and not to be found, you are bright as the sun
When the time is up and you leave in silence
You're flying in angels embrace like a sound bursts through space
That's how this story ends

So you think you've got so much to give
But the way you're controlled leaves you stiff
You're a tool of the trade 'til the day that you die

And all these men in the factory lines
And all the angels who fell from the skies
So you try say hello but they say goodbye
We are just the silent masses
The things we do are out of fashion
That Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time

When the time is near and you close your eyes
Fear is distant and not to be found, you are bright as the sun
When the time is up and you leave in silence
You're flying in angels embrace like a sound bursts through space
That's how this story ends
That's how this story ends

So you think you can rule all the fools
Stayin' cool when the walls coming down
And all these men in the factory lines
And all the angels who fell from the skies