Ardour

They said we’d ended, that we’re just lingering. They cut our throats to watch us bleed out, they’re bathing. Without doubting that we’re already dead, I’m not tempted to give a fuck. And I wondered is this through? Maybe I could find a sense of peace. Maybe I could drown this out. Maybe I could find a sense of peace. But I don’t want to know. They said our relevance was already dead, but now exhumed and the heart is still beating. Without doubting that we’re already done, I just don’t want to give this time. I wonder do you still care? But I’ll tell you that I’m already done with your hating and your contempt. I won’t fall until you lay bare Maybe I could find a sense of peace. Maybe I could drown this out. Maybe I could find a sense of peace. As every word takes it out of me. Are we fading? It doesn’t matter to me. I will stand tall until the end. Down not out. --- Ardour - Devil Sold His Soul