Devil Sold His Soul - The Coroner текст песни

A tear in the shape of a gun
With our hands to the sky,
In the clarity of events
I must turn down, break in my eyes.
As the ashes lay still,
A downpour may pass,
And when you think
That this might just be the end,
The first takeover,
Your ruined lie had nothing to do
With our escaping souls,
And with the said, no one cares,
The fires still burn on.

Sentiments keep burning [x3]

One last wish
Burnt by my trust,
Hold this chance,
It hurts to see this side of you,
Save yourself,
Your fucking heart expires,
One dead wish,
Sentiments keep burning.

Ablaze in my heart again,
This is our last hope,
Decide your debt for this,
This is our last hope [x3]