True Hate

Heavens

Compositor: Heavens

We came down with a crushing might
I might be mistaken
We came down with a sickening flight
Forever forsaken

We got all bent right out of shape
Hopelessly dreadful
Cut through miles of blood-red tape
Confessed a gaping mouthful

Too much, too late
Too much, too late
Too much, too late

We came down with a crushing might
Something so rotten
We gave up fighting a good fight
Forever forgotten

We got all bent right out of shape
Hopelessly dreadful
Cut through miles of blood-red tape
Confessed a gaping mouthful

Too much, too late
Too much, too late
Too much, too late
No love, no hate

Too much, too late
Too much, too late
Too much, too late
No love, no hate

We came down with a crushing might
I might be mistaken
We came down with a sickening flight
Forever forsaken

We got all bent right out of shape
Hopelessly dreadful
Cut through miles of blood-red tape
Confessed a gaping mouthful

Too much, too late
Too much, too late
Too much, too late
No love, no hate

Too much, too late
Too much, too late
Too much, too late
True love, true hate