ROME - Le chatiment du traitre lyrics

rate me

to protest the moon

to protest the idea of sleep

to balance our calm and our urgency

to protest their notion of fraternity and race

i never masked my grief

so come show your face

come out to breathe just for a while

and do not neglect your guile

come home, come home, for the trials of rome.

now you try to break free

with more courage than skill

and what worried me then

and worries me still

is that you can’t stab a king in the dark

and you need that initial spark to be pure

and you need to be sure of your shot

so bury me beneath their arenas

while the scent still lingers

this icy ring has turned my hand

so cold and so numb

now it’s time to bare the secrets you wear

at your throat and be gone

all tired and naked

i’d trade my gun for a blanket

and get some sleep tonight

to wear tomorrow’s scars with pride

i can still smell it on you

the spell they put on you

for what has been repressed

shall leak out through the cracks

have you come to run astray with me?

bound to know a few secrecies?

so nod your thanks to me

for these are the gifts that custom demands

lemons and tea and a letter that grants

freedom and obscurity

to protest the moon

to protest the idea of sleep

to balance our calm and our urgency

to protest their notions

of fraternity and race

i never masked my grief

so come show your face

to protest the moon

to protest the idea of sleep

to balance our calm and our urgency…<br />

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Thanks to razvan