Burn the White Flag

Take me to the end

Take me to a heaven or palace of sin
The world turned it's back on me
Trapped in a prison of my own skin

No death
No content
Last breath
Hold it in

A cramped tongue in a cathedral of lies
I crawl through hell
On crippled stride
The tradition is dead

Don't hang your cross in the same room I hang my head

Burn the white flag
The tradition is dead
Burn the white flag
Dying proud was
Never my intent
So burn the white flag

How many feel relieved when they tie the noose around their neck?
Unlock this cage
Give me death
Give me death



Credits
Writer(s): William Eaton
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