Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special

Like a peasant revolution - makeshift weapons in our hands

We crashed the gates so hard we'd never heard that kind of sound before

And braced ourselves for victory and the spoils of the land

Defences melt away before our frozen blank surprise

From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes 



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I've got my trophies on the wall, the 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

And fortune opens up the ground, blackens out 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've won the bloody game 



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I've got my trophies on the wall. . . 



And all desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on

It's funny how this feeling stays with all the reasons gone 



We've seen them fat and bloated those who once could hold a flame

I've run for home and words gone by but nothing seems the same

I can watch the world in secrecy from one side of this glass

From 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, laugh



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I've got my trophies on the wall . . .