Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heretic's Hymn, artist - Double DaggerDate of issue: 19.04.2013
Song language: English
Heretic's Hymn |
| Nobody writes Gospel songs anymore |
| So keep standing out the tent, I was born on the floor |
| Now I’m falling and I not for the silver spoons |
| We just want our desert and we want it too soon! |
| We’re scared of fatigue and growing pains in our knees |
| Scared of being in anything that does what it please |
| Our based desires were scared of the fire |
| The birds of another would expose us as liars. |
| Cause our hymns I hear on your voice |
| You ignore the truth, ignore our love |
| I just ride, only shout and sing our… |
| And tribute what you’re doing ain’t all wrong. |
| The ideals of our youth have all been rejected |
| But maybe our hearts can be resurrected |
| Nor colour nor Bible cause my spirit is not moved |
| They don’t call it vital, cause nothing’s improved |
| Except that you look at the photos and you know |
| That you know who to know so that you can go! |
| To your Heaven that is my hell |
| To where we banish ideas and only worship one-selves. |
| Cause our hymns I hear in your voice |
| You ignore the truth, ignore our love |
| Only scribes, only shout and sing our… |
| And tribute what you’re doing ain’t all wrong. |
| Those are hymns I hear in your voice? |
| It’s the sound of you singing the last rhymes |
| I’ve been worse so many times in so many nights |
| Weeping nights that we’ve made of our lives. |
| I hope you wanna have… |
| They remind of the history |
| Or got me dead or battered and worn |
| To get to me! |
| So let’s go where the bell falls |
| And I’d sing where needs to be screamed |
| You can love without our ideals, that’s your whole dream! |
| Saw they’re on, play their games |
| Leave them off to that place |
| And when your dream goes up in smoke |
| Then you won’t have me to blame. |
| Just another one we lost, |
| Through silent, the pain of play |
| And when your dreams have all gone broke |
| Will you show me what you’ve gained? |
| So for all the ones we lost, |
| Who I hope come back some day |
| And for all the love you lost |
| Well, I’m not the type to pray |
| But if this is my last song. |
| If these are the last words I’ll ever write, |
| I hope you won’t forget, |
| You’re only free thinking you aren’t outside! |