Kings of No Hope by The Stereo Lyrics

Time marches over holy ghosts
Locked in our hearts mellow toast:
To a golden age of lows
We can recant, can't go on
Songs penned in earnest long ago
Find their favor, say hello
To the Kings of No Hope called The Stereo

We're on a sinking ship of sound
That somehow landed underground
Another box to kick around
The slow rebound

Youth reaching out for dummy ropes
(Keep reachin', yeah keep reachin')
The suits keep telling lies and selling jokes
(Check the angle of the slopes)
Stand up, fall down, you don't know how
(Don't know how)
So kids, listen up but don't look down
(There's a ceiling but no ground)
All hail the Kings of No Hope
Down the stairs we roll
And on a sinking ship of sound
That somehow landed underground
A box of rock that sticks around
But can't be found
We can't be found

All hail the Kings of No Hope: we're The Stereo
We're on a sinking ship of sound
That somehow landed underground
The truth we cannot seek
Yet still we sought and found
There's no hope