كلمات Monarch

He waits and watches, eyes wide open Muscles tensed, skin cold, body locked and frozen Waiting and watching, hands tied by some unknown fear Clenched hands, shaking, until the apparition appears You've opened doors Sold your soul You've opened doors Sold your soul You've opened doors to sovereign pain (Sold your soul for political gain) Mercy forgotten and soldiers are marching Tension is twisting in your mind Grey skies are calling for torpor in your life Exiled from paradise; again As we dance a bloody waltz... As we dance a bloody waltz... Convulsive marionettes, dancing, held by knotted string Tangled within discount politics and toxic streams As we dance a bloody waltz