Songs of Burning - Undead City

This is the moment the train goes off the rails

I am not happy to make you happy I’d rather see you fail

This is the picture that all of us are in

You see smiling you see me happy you don’t see what’s within

Every thing is fine and fun and still

So kill me slowly, kill me softly, closely guard the pills

I am going to end all of this today

So call me useless and call me evil I’m still going away

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We are the undead city

The war starts with me

I am the common peasant

That chops the head off the king

You think your identity

Lies in your gold jewelry

I’d rather wear no clothes than

Be your princess, darling

We are the undead rising

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And every moment your system give us nought

So wouldn’t it be more selfish of us to make your system rot

I’m never going to stop freeing all the slaves

The power you have always denied us is the power She gave

The universe it always gets all I’ve got

And if you love another person then you see the face of God

Everybody is equal when they are dead

So I am going to keep on singing until we all have bread

———

We are the undead city

The war starts with me

I am the common peasant

That chops the head off the king

You think your identity

Lies in your gold jewelry

I’d rather wear no clothes than

Be your princess, darling

We are the undead rising

———

I realize now looking at the beauty of the hunger

I’d rather die warrior’s death than live in the tower

Some day I swear I will find my way down

Some day I swear we’ll devour each crown

I realize now looking at this secret magic sect

The sister’s eyes and brother’s mouth unveiled the truth perfect

It’s not about the characters

It’s not about the leitmotifs

It’s all about Love’s worshippers

And the courage of the thief

———

We are the undead city

The war starts with me

I am the common peasant

That chops the head off the king

You think your identity

Lies in your gold jewelry

I’d rather wear no clothes than

Be your princess, darling

We are the undead rising

———

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Fearless child. Broken boy. Tell me what it’s like to burn.

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