Born in the E.U. - Rome

To be so naked for Moloch and dancing all in tatters

Should the gods of war cast a brightening glance

So that we may know the dance is from the

Some are piling up the barricades or sharpening the cross

But whichever way the wind will turn, it’ll be our loss

Now I got twenty-seven brothers who never felt so alone

Who would cross over tomorrow

Truth be told

I was born in the E.U.

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You know you lost that gamble when you’re lesser than a

Dreams disassembled and just pumped into the sewer

Someone call a handyman, someone call a truce

So that we may know the hangman from the noose

I was born in the E.U.

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Some are piling up the barricades or sharpening a cross

But whatever the treaties say, it will be our last

Now I got twenty-seven brothers who’ve never felt that alone

Who would turn back time

Truth be told

And some are piling up the barricades or sharpening a cross

But you and me know it will be our last

I was born in the E.U.

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