Текст песни
High on acid love gone stale seems like fantasy, no more tragic love for sale Hamartia, what you eclipse makes your measure
bleeds for your love
Double cross for a symbol, high on acid love gone stale seems like fantasy
no more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery
Hit or miss you ll be playing, double cross for a symbol
no remorse for the trouble spread
Hit or miss you ll be playing, play all on red
No more tragic love for sale, taking flaws for a gamble to get ahead
Play all on red, taking flaws for a gamble to get ahead
Taking flaws for a gamble to get ahead, what you eclipse makes your measure, no more tragic love for sale
what you eclipse makes your measure
just like magic hubris leads
What you leave reaches for you in your stead, paying your dues cos you need the game all the same Hounds, what you eclipse makes your measure
A single kiss for your treasure, no remorse for the trouble spread
Life has shown you no pleasure before, play all on red
there just left at your door
Hit or miss you ll be playing, hounds to hamartia
Name your rosary beads, just like magic hubris leads Fall, there just left at your door
bleeds for your love
Paying your dues cos you need the game all the same, no more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery, you will nurture the fable till it bleeds
You will nurture the fable till it bleeds, name your rosary beads
life has shown you no pleasure before
Paying your dues cos you need the game all the same, play all on red
Hit or miss you ll be playing, just like magic hubris leads, name your rosary beads
There just left at your door, there just left at your door Hamartia, fame draws you like fireflies to the flame
Leads its hounds, there just left at your door
Life has shown you no pleasure before, in the revolution, a single kiss for your treasure
No more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery, name your rosary beads Poets, no more tragic love for sale
no more tragic love for sale
Paying your dues cos you need the game all the same, paying your dues cos you need the game all the same, high on acid love gone stale seems like fantasy
No more tragic love for sale, no more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery, no more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery
no more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery
what you leave reaches for you in your stead
name your rosary beads
No remorse for the trouble spread, name your rosary beads
bleeds for your love
no remorse for the trouble spread