Daggers

Gloria
 Don't ask me when I'm coming home
 I'm working 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 coming home
 Don't leave the light on
 Don't wait up for me here anymore
 It's a general strike between the left and right
 Between the master's hand and the appetite
 Between the rich and the poor that don't care no more
 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
 Whoa-oh-oh, like a man without a home
 Whoa-oh-oh, I got only land to roam
 My desolation for a country now
 My reckoning is the hell I own
 Whoa-oh-oh, don't wait up for me no more
 Whoa... Let's go!
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 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
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 Whoa-oh-oh, like a man without a home
 Whoa-oh-oh, I got only land to roam
 My desolation for a country now
 My reckoning is the hell I own
 Whoa-oh-oh, don't wait up for me no more