BoySetsFire - Nostalgic For Guillotines

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Breathe
Breathe in the burning air
Then sigh
Be relieved there’s nothing there
We were free
Long before your free advice
Now the flags
They will burn in paradise
Rest your head here
Feed our nation for us, please
And retreat
To the back of our lines for your needs
As the blade
Is raised, thoughts get clearer
What if dreams
That you had came crashing down
Would you change
Or erase the memory
Of the day
Oh, the day you made us bleed
Rest your head here
Feed our nation for us, please
And retreat
To the back of our lines for your needs
We sew
The seeds upon your grave
So you know
You’ll feed us either way
Wash away your sins and begin again
Resurrection from empty hands
Back against the wall, watch your tower fall
To the ground with your head
Time to move on
Your power is gone
It’s your turn to run
Your hour has come
Let the blade fall
We’ll feed our nation as we please
As you grieve
Our children will dance in the streets
We’ve sewn
The seeds above your grave
So you know
You’ll feed us either way
And the meek shall inherit the earth