True Hate - 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

No love, no hate