Daggers - Strung Out

Gloria

Don’t ask me when I’m coming home

I’m workin it out

Where the devils of my country roam

On the backs of a billion strong

Disconnected by a void

With a tendency to explode

Cover me with my enemy no more

Between the lines of desperate times

Where good men try and good men fade away

Gloria

Don’t ask me when I’m coming home

Don’t leave your light on

Don’t wait up for me here anymore

It’s a general strike between the left and right

Between the master’s hand and the appetite

Between the rich and the poor that don’t care no more

Between you and me and our dirty war

Bury me with all hell to pay no more

I’ve suffocated on freedom

And I don’t need your civil war

Woah, like a man without a home

Woah, I got only land to roam

My desolation for a country now

My reckoning is the hell I own

Woah, don’t wait up for me no more

(Let's go!)

In the space of broken dreams

You are the serpent, I am the fire

In the mourning of my heart

You devour all of me

Woah, like a man without a home

Woah, I got only land to roam

My desolation for a country now

My reckoning is the hell I own

Woah, don’t wait up for me no more