Bleed This Body Clean - Xerath

No longer is the state my cradle

No longer does it pave the way

My state exists to deceive me

No longer my saving grace

My state it is but a machine

This machine will bleed my body clean

My body is one, my flesh is cold

No longer is the state my home

No longer the will of stone

Aside tax and poverty

I plead for riches of dreams

The last that should befall me

In the life in which I am naïve

My body is one, my flesh is cold