Song | They Drew Their Swords |
Artist | The Chariot |
Album | The Fiancée |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well, she is waking up | |
And she is finding out she has no pulse | |
Just like her "God" that she is trying to sell | |
But she ain't bought | |
Her lion is scared | |
Because he is finding out | |
She's waking up and he can't stop breaking down | |
And fading out as she gets up | |
Well, she looks around, | |
Ariel You have no pulse | |
Much like your religion, but it's fine | |
Just fake it | |
The wrath of | |
God's grace is but an ocean to a child |