Channels - Little Empires lyrics

Little empires, rise and decline. Gold-plated, hated, then forgotten. The cooling breeze, the coming freeze. Kiss your credentials while you've got them. Ah, little empires rise and fall… Under the weight of a role that's playing you, and lies that are laugh-track lame. Through crossed connections and botched end games. With no shame, now the lights are turning blue. Install some new locks and pray anyone believes a word you say. Eyes on the prize. In bloom, in prime. Cash out for pennies on the dollar. Capitalized and then capsized, they're making room below the bottom. Under the weight of a role that's playing you, and lies that are laugh-track lame. Through crossed connections and botched end games. With no shame, now the lights are turning blue. Install some new locks and pray anyone believes a word you say. Chained to this terminal like some petty criminal, but I don't take it personal.