Their Hearts

Lightning strikes on a count of ten
Thunder rolling outside of your den
Nothing's left so pray for your forgiveness

Feed me lies every day and night
Keep me close, keep me satisfied
To forget the faces of your victims

I will not leave a single light
I'll harvest every single bone
Your sons are going down tonight
Their hearts forever be alone, alone, alone

You'll be drowning in your sleep
Water's cold, water's deep
You won't like what's hiding on the surface

You'll get lost in your lucid dreams
Rotten apples fall far from trees
Fall too far, but you have fallen furthest

I will not leave a single light
I'll harvest every single bone
Your sons are going down tonight
Their hearts forever be alone, alone, alone



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Krivokorin
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