Lyrics War from a Harlots Mouth

War from a Harlots Mouth

Mulder

It's so cold here

And dark

There has been war for years

Behind closed doors

Not even a half-hearted try

To put the weapons down

It's raining lead

And, as always, the wrong ones die

This is a conspiracy

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 redemption

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 strength

For a new war