Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special
Like a peasant′s revolution, makeshift weapons in our hands
We crashed the gates so hard we never heard that kind of sound before
And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land
The defences melt away for our frozen blank surprise
From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes
Got my trophies on the wall
Heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well
Carry them with me when I fall
Now the daylight hours pass
Like the people I have lost
In the triumph of the hour
In the bloody cause
Lust, lust for power
Like a vision she dances through the shafts of light
Everything I′ve ever dreamed about, focused, true and bright
Fortune opens up the ground, beckons at the sky
I kissed her once, I kissed her twice but I couldn't remember why
When I was young they taught me well to always play to win
But they never said what happens when you won for bloody gain
Got my trophies on the wall
Heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well
Carry them with me when I fall
Now the daylight hours pass
Like the people I have lost
In the triumph of the hour
In the bloody cause
Lust, lust for power
All desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on
It′s funny how this feeling stays with all the reason gone
We′ve seen the fattened throats of those who once could hold a flame
I've run for all man words can buy but nothing seems the same
I can watch myself in secrecy on one side of this glass
On the other my reflection and I don′t know which is worse
The streets are lined with glittering
Stores and a million fatted calves
I can catch myself sometimes these days and all I do is laugh
Got my trophies on the wall
Heads I've hunted down the hall
And I guard my winnings well
Carry them with me when I fall
Now the daylight hours pass
Like the people I have lost
In the triumph of the hour
In the bloody cause
Lust, lust for power
Writer(s): Justin Edward Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
