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!
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
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
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!
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Robert J Ramos, Christopher Travis Jr Aiken, Jason Alexander Cruz, Jacob Ira Kiley, Robert J Shankle
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