Time marches over holy ghosts Locked in our hearts a 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 telling lies and selling jokes Check the angle of the slope 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 The 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 dare not seek Yet still we sought and found There's no hope