No Heroes - Foxblood

We’re on our way back from parts unknown\nDeath grabs a hold, time takes its toll\nWandering down the darkest roads\nNight’s getting cold, with wrongs to atone\nBurning maps of the places we go\nIt’s starting to rain, knees turn to stone\nForgetting faces of people we know\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nI don’t know much of fate, but what doesn’t kill you lies in wait\nI don’t know much of fate, but what doesn’t kill you lies in wait\nIt lies in wait\nWe are the warning signs, we will never forget\nNo, we will never forget, no\nWe spend our whole damn lives\nLiving as children of regret\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nI told you, I’m perfectly fine walking the thin line between\nDisgraced and divine, with a heart of gold and the highest crimes\nIt’s dawning on me as I’m growing older that God is a bastard\nWith a chip on his shoulder, and it’s getting colder\nAnd we lay down like dogs with wolf teeth dreams to bite the hand that feeds\nBut they hold all the keys, and thus we are little more than sheep\nSo I guess we’ll always be tethered like birds of feather, whatever the weather\nWe flock, fly south together, so I guess we will be lost forever\nBe lost forever\nWe are the warning signs, we will never forget\nNo, we will never forget, no\nWe spend our whole damn lives\nLiving as children of regret\nOf regret\nThey buried the rich men next to the slaves\nTo show that in death, we are all the same\nThe grass is no greener, they’re buried no deeper\nAnd six feet down? There is but one shade\nRetreat to sleep on your final day\nNo castles, no gods, no pride and no shame\nThey bear no crowns in tired ghost towns\nNo matter your name, they are just words on your graves\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes\nThere’s no hope, there’s no heroes