Nostalgic For Guillotines lyrics
by Boysetsfire
Breathe
Breathe in the burning air
Then sigh
Be relieved there's nothing there
We were free
Long before your free advice
Now the flags
They will burn in paradise
Rest your head here
Feed our nation for us, please
And retreat
To the back of our lines for your needs
As the blade
Is raised, thoughts get clearer
What if dreams
That you had came crashing down
Would you change
Or erase the memory
Of the day
Oh, the day you made us bleed
Rest your head here
Feed our nation for us, please
And retreat
To the back of our lines for your needs