They call you traitor
I call you babe
But when I see them nearing you
I won't come to your escape
For me it was always
Nation before heart
Nation before blood.
Maybe that's why
My hands don't tremble anymore
Pressing the trigger to your head.
Maybe my heart has gone so downhill
That there's no way up to yours.
What a paradox it is when
I CLOSE my eyes and assure myself
I can SEE you dying.
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