Diaspora, My Love by Subterranean Masquerade lyrics

Diaspora, My Love

Subterranean Masquerade

GENRE

Rock

SPOTIFY

APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

Diaspora, My Love

Am I picking up the pieces
Or picking up the pace?
I guess I’ll never know
The length of the endeavor
With strength upon a strength
She strings the last straw

And as the credits go down
On unaesthetic ghost towns
Anesthetics send me off home
Those technicolour skies disclose my own demise
And all the ending themes are spoiled, over the rover

For I’vе made your poplar branch my crown
I hung my harp, I've been let down
Diaspora
Diaspora my lovе
I’m coming home…

You had me at I told you so
This punishment this endless joke
Geographies I do not know
(My heart still beats) despite your spiteful embargoes
Ignite the emperor burn his clothes
I reached and touched the afterglow

Our Hearts Beat In A Tribal Rhythm
Our Hearts Beat In A Tribal Rhythm
We’ll March The Gates To End This Prison
Our Hearts Beat In A Tribal Rhythm