.[Verse 1]
Turn you back on London's bitter pride
In melancholic isolation
Force-feed yourself sentimentality
With golden age mythology
A feudal lord doesn't live no more
But in the night, the ravens call
[Pre-Chorus]
False memories, fake history
Next you'll talk of rac.
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