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Lyrics: War From A Harlots Mouth. Transmetropolitan. Mulder.


It's so cold here
And dark
There has been a war for years
Behind closed doors

Not even a half-hearted try
To pu weapons down
It's raining lead
And as always, the wrong ones die

This is a Conspirancy
I'd like to call it a misery
Dear martyr: Is that you?
I bet you know you're me

Pater Familias? Pater Judas!
Black clouds between us
In your case doom means salvation
If there's a day of redemtion

One last breath for justice
One last glimpse for my release

What did he say in his defence?
Guess what: Nothing!

Let me sleep!
The never-ending fight is tiring me
Give me quiet, give me strenght
For a new war

(Thanks to Fredde for these lyrics)
War From A Harlots Mouth