Daggers

Gloria don't ask me when I'm coming home I'm workin it out Where the devils of my country roam On the backs of a billion strong Disconnected by a void With a tendency to explode Cover me with my enemy no more Between the lines of desperate times Where good men try and good men fade away Gloria don't ask me when I'm comin home Don't leave your light on Don't wait for me here anymore It's a general strike between the left and right Between the masters hand and the appetite Between the rich and the poor that don't care anymore Between you and me and our dirty war Bury me with all hell to pay no more I've suffocated on freedom and I don't need your civil war Like a man without a home I got only land to roam My desolation is my country now My reckoning is the hell I own Don't wait up for me no more In the space of broken dreams You are the serpent I am the fire In the mourning of my heart You devour all of me --- Daggers - Strung Out