Son of the Morning
They call him the son of the morning
I am the rival
I am the one who speaks in whisper
Hear me now, dear
Weak forgiver
Hear me now, weak forgiver
Hear me now!
Don't send an angel to face the devil
You're wasting power on grace
A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave
Where I'll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin that defeats them
The skin they crave
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything (anything)
If you could see like Me you'd see
It's by My grace you're breathing (breathing)
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything
If you could see like Me you'd see
Every night I start my rise
Climbing high into the morning sky
But soon after I lose Your pride
And I damn Your son for stealing my light!
This world is mine!
They call me the son of the morning
They call me the son of the morning
I can mend all Your fallen
Pass the clouds as they roll in
And when I do I will claim Your throne
Through all these cowards You call your sons
I am the lord of air
And my dawn will last forever
Go on pouring out cause in the end
I will have them
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything (anything)
If you could see like Me you'd see
It's by My grace you're breathing (breathing)
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything
If you could see like Me you'd see
Your precious light is fading
Your light is fading
I am the rival
I am the one who speaks in whisper
Hear me now, dear
Weak forgiver
Hear me now, weak forgiver
Hear me now!
Don't send an angel to face the devil
You're wasting power on grace
A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave
Where I'll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin that defeats them
The skin they crave
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything (anything)
If you could see like Me you'd see
It's by My grace you're breathing (breathing)
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything
If you could see like Me you'd see
Every night I start my rise
Climbing high into the morning sky
But soon after I lose Your pride
And I damn Your son for stealing my light!
This world is mine!
They call me the son of the morning
They call me the son of the morning
I can mend all Your fallen
Pass the clouds as they roll in
And when I do I will claim Your throne
Through all these cowards You call your sons
I am the lord of air
And my dawn will last forever
Go on pouring out cause in the end
I will have them
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything (anything)
If you could see like Me you'd see
It's by My grace you're breathing (breathing)
If you could see like Me you'd see
You haven't won anything
If you could see like Me you'd see
Your precious light is fading
Your light is fading
Credits
Writer(s): James Erwin, Shane Blay, Micah Kinard, Lucas Starr, Matt Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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