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The Invasion
Rope and Ladder
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Our wounds are dressed in their Sunday's best
As if to suggest that the lead is a welcomed, celebrated guest
Among our tattered, blackened flesh
And we're wearing our hearts on our sleeves, courtesy of their bayonets
A place of penance and regret, independence imminent
Renegade militiamen pray over sacrificial bread
When the watchmen sound their horns, one came crashing through the doors
Ghastly muttered, "We are vastly outnumbered"
So archers, take your bows and prepare your bows, it's the final curtain now
The General slowly rose, read his solemn vow: "Til death do us part"
Not on my watch, not on my time
It's mine! All mine! All the pieces are falling in line
All allegiance crumbles in time
All I need is someone inside to fall and it's mine
Why do we fight?
This doesn't have to end
With you and yours dead alongside your brethren
Because you and I
We're not so different
Nor is the future for which we're both aspiring
Bring power to the poor
Serve justice to the king
Tell me now
Do we not want the same thing?
But if what you want is a war, it's a war you cannot win
Without me, or against me, you'll all die in vain
Bring power to the poor, serve justice to the king
Tell me now, do we not want the same thing?
Do we not want the same thing?
Of course it's not the same
But how can we explain to the men that the means
We're between do not yield the same end
And the king we were overthrowing is now the one we must defend?
And when you tell them why for him they'll fight and die, do you think they'll understand?
It all seems a bit convenient since you took his daughter's hand
Colonel, what are you suggesting, that somehow all of this was planned?
That I sold the revolution for a seat at his right hand? And gave it all away?
Something as simple as this shouldn't be a debate
It's not just our lives that are at stake
It's our children for God's sake
It's mine! All mine!
(Something as simple as this shouldn't be a debate)
All the pieces are falling in line
(It's not just our lives that are at stake)
All allegiance crumbles in time
(It's our children for God's sake)
All I need is someone inside to fall and it's mine
(It's our children for God's sake)
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