Nostalgic For Guillotines - BoySetsFire
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 now
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
If you're frightened of dying
And then you're holding on
You'll see devils tearing
Your life away
But if you've made your peace
Then the devils are really angels
Freeing you from the earth
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 about your grave
So you know you'll feed us either way
And the meek shall inherit the earth
