No Honour Among Thieves - Funeral For A Friend

You mean nothing to me

Your handshakes to play fake make me want to scream

The engine runs harder than your lies never could

Than your lies ever could

Just to mark these words

What price do we pay for something that we give away?

To reclaim what we have lost

Never to be found

Thieves stealing the beating heart of our art

And trample it into dust

Like lifelines and hard times

There are enough to go around

Break the back of this slavery

We are nothing but cattles

Another sale in the marketplace

There’s enough to go around

What price do we pay for something that we give away?

To reclaim what we have lost

Never to be found

We disengage

Nothing left to say (nothing left to say)

To hold us down (nothing left to say)

To hold us down (we disengage)

What price do we pay for something that we give away?

To reclaim what we have lost

Never to be found