vigilantes Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed From the city to the sea Will you all come follow me To a place where we are free Not tied to
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Blessed be the blade Blessed be the scythe Dionysos against the crucified Blessed be the blade Blessed be the scythe Dionysos against the crucified
debris Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid acting like I used to be Just a kid just a man and a boy Just a moment that time will destroy
Oh the road is beautiful The wall is a reason for you to believe There's too many numbers for us to sleep The wall is a reason for you to believe
s greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't wanna be a prologue to history A prologue to histo... So I water my plants with Evian A
had a chance Like a dream stretched way too far All this time such a debt to the city I don't know who's the real enemy This is a socialist serenade
Put some lipstick on At least your lies will be pretty A shadow on my face And us donkeys wake up weary Sweating and sickly Donkeys don't allow
digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuckhead They say I might as well work in a bank
A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you Stopping the summer once for you Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally But I still
and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare I wish that someone would hold me Wrap their arms around a shrinking
Paralysis through analysis Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could
scrape our lives until we are bought Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love Spitting out a language I
War censored, no blood on TV Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant World War Three, a Sega dreamland I'd take a whore to the funeral Sculpture
Obedience to the law is free desire Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead Free heroin shots for those
Ain't no fun at the government hall Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles Paranoia at the heels of too much greed Obedience an art form
I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing's gone and nothing's changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a
baby Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture Without these fake images we'd never bow down Don't need this history but we still accept Conscripted into a