Nostalgic For Guillotines

Breathe. Breathe in the burning airâ?¦ then sigh. Be relieved there's nothing there We were free long before your free advice Now the flags, they will burn in paradise Rest your head here Feed our nation for us please And retreat to the back of our lines for your needs As the blade is raised thoughts get clearer Now what if dreams that you had came crashing down Would you change or erase the memory of the day oh the day you made us bleed? Rest your head here Feed our nation for us please And retreat to the back of our lines for your needs We sew the seeds upon your grave, So you know you'll feed us either way Wash away your sins and begin again resurrection from empty hands Back against the wall watch your tower fall to the ground with your head Time to move on. your power is gone. its your turn to run. your hour has come. And the meek shall inherit the earth. --- Nostalgic for Guillotines - BoySetsFire