Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat of the Black Heart , by - Aloan. Song from the album Pretty Freaks, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 30.10.2009
Record label: Barbarella
Song language: English
Beat of the Black Heart |
| I give you until ten to leave or die |
| You give me until ten, so it’s up to me |
| To survive or to disappear here but |
| You think that too |
| I know you’re in my back |
| We’re both sweating |
| I hear your heart beating |
| And you feel me breathing |
| I smell the cold steel in your hand |
| You see my fears' white reflection in mine |
| The beat of the black heart |
| The beat of the black heart |
| Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge |
| The beat of the black heart |
| Well it’s decided, 10 steps |
| Heavy breathing, sweaty palms |
| Chose my weapon, heel-to-heel |
| Standing on the same line |
| My enemy is my pride, my armor is a lie |
| Only 9 steps left, and nowhere for me to hide |
| So I shoot you when the countdown’s done |
| Point my weapon at you, and I know you’re going down |
| It’s ironic |
| I don’t remember what is going on |
| But I pull it, trigger of my gun is my savior |
| Shoot you with the reasonable doubt, still I |
| Shoot you just to settle our fight, is it |
| Too late to not kill away the hate, open up the gate |
| Cards on the table, separate the straight |
| Tell me where it leads us, what it means, and reasons |
| What I’m here for |
| The beat of the black heart |
| The beat of the black heart |
| Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge |
| The beat of the black heart |
| I turn my mind to my game |
| And you left me hanging |
| Put all my faith in this duel |
| God, don’t leave me hanging |
| With only a black heart left to the one that’s standing |
| I’m a do my last 10 steps, turn around, hear me begging now |
| Already at the seventh step and I can’t accept |
| That the future is far behind |
| Yes, I know the dawn is not enough to warm |
| Our regrets and our lack of humbleness |
| Only a few meters, dry, pale, dirty, pathetic where butterflies |
| And birds are singing our stupid dead march |
| Our ghastly countdown |
| I turn my mind to my game |
| And you left me hanging |
| Put all my faith in this duel |
| God, don’t leave me hanging |
| With only a black heart left to the one that’s standing |
| I’m a do my last 10 steps, turn around, hear me begging now |
| The beat of the black heart |
| The beat of the black heart |
| Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge |
| The beat of the black heart |