Monday In London Long Live The Traitor
My God, my mouth you say it did me in. The years, the tears I shared with you my friend. I sit and stare waiting for my pride to mend. Tighten the reigns, hasten your step, many are the pains you plotted while I slept. You bastard child, you whore to the world. Look within yourself. You have? Look again! Cause I blame you for most of everything but most of all I blame myself for giving you a chance. And when everyone's gone, long live the traitor baby. And now I have a different personality for every piece of my broken heart. Step on my back to further yourself brother. This dagger has four bodies to it's resume.