V
We came in the night
we cut a fine figure
and so beautifully wore our justified murder
Now, I am a man
an they fear the things I can do with my hands
the broken glass the yellow felt
the silver skulls
the boots
the belts
thick black smoke will stain our skies
Ch
I see beautiful uniforms when I close my eyes x4
V
I did not die on that day
It is the wound I keep awake
I damn myself with vehemence
the coward the fool and the glutton
oh the boots
the belts
the bright shiny buttons
I read my future in his guts as they spilled
I saw the steam twist up and rise
Ch
I see beautiful uniforms when I close my eyes x…
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