Taming Lions - Oceans Ate Alaska

They walk among us, with heads held high

The overseers of all

From their high thrown, we’re nothing but a grain of sand

In a sea of thousands

We’ll always find a way, to cease this silence

You’re no match for me

'Cause while you’re busy counting sheep

I’m taming lions in my sleep

Like a pack of wolves

I’ll hunt you down, single you out

And claim back our crown

There’s only room for one ruler, upon this horizon;

And I’ve made my own rules

Banished to the darkness, where no one can hear you

Vanquish the king!

You’re no match for me

'Cause while you’re busy counting sheep

I’m taming lions in my sleep

Like a pack of wolves

I’ll hunt you down, single you out

And claim back our crown

We’ve made this town our own

They’re calling us out, they’re singing so loud

So step aside, 'cause tonight’s our night

We’re singing our hearts out