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Brothers In Arms - Breathing Treason Lyrics




The path of betrayal is often lines with roses
But trust not the flowers, for in the soil live the serpents
The air that we breathe; The poisonous sting
We are all living in treason
When honesty is simply an idea, a virtue so few of us possess
I wear my heart outside my chest
And time, after time, after time the dagger, the axe, they strike at our backs
I'm so fed up
We've been here for so long
My will is tired and my spirit is worn
Morale is low but we can't let it break
Another battle, another day
Now let us make haste, and move as wolves amidst the shadows
Swiftly, we are not afraid
We are not afraid
So platoon: march on through the valley
Fear not the snipers, though their guns are all pointed at me
Fixed bayonets, we'll fight to the death
We're breathing treason with every breath
So platoon: march on through the prairie
A heart of iron, the explosions don't even scare me
Fixed bayonets, there's no time for rest
Three days without sleep and still we'll fight to the death
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The path of betrayal is often lines with roses
But trust not the flowers, for in the soil live the serpents
The air that we breathe; The poisonous sting
We are all living in treason
When honesty is simply an idea, a virtue so few of us possess
I wear my heart outside my chest
And time, after time, after time the dagger, the axe, they strike at our backs
I'm so fed up
We've been here for so long
My will is tired and my spirit is worn
Morale is low but we can't let it break
Another battle, another day
Now let us make haste, and move as wolves amidst the shadows
Swiftly, we are not afraid
We are not afraid
So platoon: march on through the valley
Fear not the snipers, though their guns are all pointed at me
Fixed bayonets, we'll fight to the death
We're breathing treason with every breath
So platoon: march on through the prairie
A heart of iron, the explosions don't even scare me
Fixed bayonets, there's no time for rest
Three days without sleep and still we'll fight to the death
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Writer: Blake Sturchio, Dan Sefcik
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