Swansong

Don't want your number Don't want your name Don't want your colour... Don't want your politics Don't want your cause Don't believe what you believe Don't want to wear your emblem Don't want your cult...

Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die It will only end in tears, eye for an eye For an eye If beauty is only skin deep Then thankfully I am blind Cross my heart and hope to die Cross my heart, come...

Your kingdom is of emptiness Invisible empire of illusion There's no majesty in your empty words Your ideology - self delusion Revisionism is the future So let's hail the same old dawn Kneel before...

Bloody poor swan's in the mud tonight where no one shows you the calmness of love Wolves hwol in the still of the night he dances thru' First of all i belive on the other hand i try There's a real way...