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The locks are changed
The air is cold
Behind the smiles they drew their blades Whispering names in the quiet
glades I carved this path,
I built these walls Now poison drips through the empty halls They
turned the locks, they burned the trust Leaving my kingdom to ash
and dust
No room to breathe
No place to stand
I tear my roots from this bitter land
So pack the flame and pack the stone!
I walk this exile on my own!
You turned your backs,
you drew the line!
This broken ground is no longer mine!
Your hollow treaties signed in grease A fragile mask of fake police
I saw the betrayal in your eyes Behind the veil of cheap
disguise The suitcase clicks,
the engine starts I leave behind your hollow hearts You wanted war!
You get my ghost!
I burn the bridges...
Who suffers most?
So pack the flame and pack the stone!
I walk this exile on my own!
You turned your backs,
you drew the line!
This broken ground is no longer mine!
This ground is no longer mine...
No longer mine.