Crowned King - Pathetic lyrics

What does the future hold? I hear it's bad, I hear it's cold And I'm growing old from being told about it And I don't know why they try It's better to deny, and with respect that we can buy With business cards and phony lies, the music dies It's a business, it takes time But it seems like every time we get ahead we end up back behind And it's because of all the lines "You won't make it" And it gets harder every time But maybe they're wrong and they'll hear our song When will these lines come to an end I'm tired of them, but you'll just bring them on again But without an ear to lend You're stuck without a fact to send I've heard percentages, I've heard all the negatives you say, to my dismay