Long Live The Traitor Lyrics & Chords By Monday In London

My God, my mouth you say it did me in.

The years, the tears I shared with you my friend.

I sit and stare waiting for my pride to mend.

Tighten the reigns, hasten your step,

Many are the pains you plotted while I slept.

You bastard child, you whore to the world.

Look within yourself. You have? Well, look again!

Cause I blame you for most of everything

But most of all I blame myself for giving you a chance..

And when everyone's gone (long live the traitor).

And now I have a different personality

For every piece of my broken heart.

Step on my back to further yourself brother.

This dagger has four bodies to its resumè.