Never been scared of losing you
And all that spoke of and cared for too
I came to face certain death
And I heard your name in my final breath
I'm used, to the cut, and the thrust, of the pin
And the noun, of the only noun I'm writing to the end, of it
There's a Sultan
Queen and a Sultan
Knocking at my door
No room for no more
Land of ideals
The brighter the soap is
If the washing machine stagnates so then they'll notice
And I heard him say, Go back to where you come from!
What have we become, singing silence to the gun?
Go back to where you come from!
What is left behind, but the silence of the gun?
Awake, only 2, search again, for distractions
And 1 day, feels like 2, in a twisted, reaction
Is it because
Sat on the barbed fence?
Never made noise
Never made no sense
Don't beat yourself up
I know that you won't
Thought you were here first
History books don't
And I heard him say Go back to where you come from!
What have we become, singing silence to the gun?
Go back to where you come from!
What is left behind, but the silence of the gun?
Go back to where you come from!
What have we become, singing silence to the gun?
Go back to where you come from!
What is left behind, but the silence of the gun?