The Golden Dawn - Expatriate | Текст песни

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My dearest friend I wish to thank you for the food you left at my prison door.
I tore through it like the frigid air tears through me reclining on a stone cold floor.
These guards they call me black guard, malefactor, they feed upon my misery and they grow fat. I just want to fall gently through the cracks

I'll ask if you've ever wanted to burn it all away, I won't explain, you wont complain Just follow me through the flames.

The courts they called me scabrous, immodest, a blight on the world who will never stand free. Oh how it pleases me to possess a title such as this. The crowd plays the people like a crippled old fiddle while i sit knee to chin gnawing on the dregs pissing on the floor one corner, two corner, three corner, four.

Kill me or take me as I am I will never change.

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