The Coroner - Devil Sold His Soul

A tear in the shape of a gun with our hands to the sky

In the clarity of events I must turn down, break in my eyes

As the ashes lay still, a downpour may pass

And when you think that this might just be the end, the first takeover

Your ruined lie had nothing to do with our escaping souls

And with the said, no one cares, the fires still burn on

You leave me no choice

Sentiments keep burning

One last wish

Burnt by my trust

Hold this chance

It hurts to see this side of you

Save yourself

Your f*cking heart expires

One dead wish

Sentiments keep burning

Ablaze in my heart again

This is our last hope

Decide your debt for this

This is our last hope