We're all alone, we're all bastard sons Been cast aside from the world above We practice dark arts and open casket love We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun And when we pray we feel one way love I know it's so tough when you look but can't touch so Please Give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough But don't bow down when you could be rising up My heart can't shake the feeling They lied to us So don't bow down when you could be rising up We're in love with defeat And we march to the beat But I know what I've seen's not out of reach So give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough But don't bow down when you could be rising up My heart can't shake the feeling They lied to us So don't bow down when you could be rising up
We're alone we're all bastard sons Been cast aside from the world above We practice dark arts and open casket love Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough But don't bow down when you could be rising up My heart can't shake the feeling They lied to us So don't bow down when you could be rising up
Compositores: John Stuart Taylor, Benjamin Lloyd Jolliffe, Simon Mitchell, Fraser Macleod Taylor, Gustav Tomas Skjerdal Wood ECAD: Obra #11908732 Fonograma #12001805