Dark Hearts

Where have they gone, and who are you?
Guess we're predisposed to find something new

And when they get there, i hope it's beautiful
And all the green is lush and never decompose

But your guilt, catches up
This is your new burdеn

Give it up, give it up, makes no difference to me
Crucified, in this hell, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Give it up, give it up, it's the perfect ending
Vilified, in your eyes, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Where have you gone, and who am i?
Nothing left to reconcile, and nothing to disguise

And when you get there, i hope it's possible
To redefine your purposе, with no oracle

But your guilt, catches up
This is your new burdеn

Give it up, give it up, makes no difference to me
Crucified, in this hell, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Give it up, give it up, it's the perfect ending
Vilified, in your eyes, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Save your love, it's not worth it
Wish you luck, cause you deserve it
Save your love, it's not worth it

Dark hearts always win, yea dark hearts always win

Give it up, give it up, makes no difference to me
Crucified, in this hell, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Give it up, give it up, it's the perfect ending
Vilified, in your eyes, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Give it up, give it up, makes no difference to me
Crucified, in this hell, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)

No sense in tiding

Give it up, give it up, it's the perfect ending
Vilified, in your eyes, there's no salvage in
Professing it (hey!), professing it (hey!)
No sense in tiding



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Swinney, Matt Riddle, Pedro Aida, Will Ferguson
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