Monday In London – Long Live The Traitor lyrics

My God, my mouth you say it did me in.
The years, the tears I shared with you my friend.
I sit and stare waiting for my pride to mend.
Tighten the reigns, hasten your step,
many are the pains you plotted while I slept.

You bastard child, you whore to the world.
Look within yourself. You have? Well, look again!

Cause I blame you for most of everything
but most of all I blame myself for giving you a chance..

And when everyone's gone (long live the traitor).

And now I have a different personality
for every piece of my broken heart.
Step on my back to further yourself brother.

This dagger has four bodies to its resumè.