The West Knows Best
Rome
3:23A dream's a sorry master to steady rein Just a greedy imposter that will fix your game And the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves A trap for fools on Albion's plain Watch the things you gave life to, broken and cursed And though Europe may die, this death well-rehearsed You will plough the lone furrow, just the same And build it back up, on Albion's plain And now they lost it all in that one pitch and toss And you're never to breathe a word about your loss Well they can't force your heart, can't force your faith So you might as well hold on, on Albion's plain You will learn how to hide, lеarn how to begin You will learn how to print, what no censor lеts in For no flag is flown, no fuss is made And there's no shits given, on Albion's plain Watch the dreams you gave life to, broken and cursed And though Europe may die, it's death well-rehearsed All we can do now is just wait for the rains And hope to find a new master on Albion's plain And hammer your thoughts into unity...