Italy

We will come again
but we must leave now
the ugly and dead, they call our names

Ital­ian nights
it rained gold and sil­ver
we were gods
made of air and light

days of grace
blue skies for­ever
almost for­gave us our aver­age lives

car ride in the dark
are we car­ried in tri­umph
ardent admir­ers line the streets

we bathed in the sun­light
and dreamt of burn­ing flesh
and dying worlds
we drank cheap cham­pagne
their cries made us dance

we dozed on our air beds
and strolled through ashen fields
and moss-grown ruins
we sank on our knees
their remains made us smile

we will come again
but we must wait now
the ugly and dead, they feed on our lives

no ball­room days
we trade our bod­ies
we are beds for old, old men

noth­ing keeps them away
our wounds are holy
will you ever end our pain

oh long night of knives,
we are so tired, it is time.
oh long night of knives,
they all have to pay

oh long night of knives,
we are so tired , it is time.
oh long night of knives,
they all have to pay

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