Cut Of The Crown
© 2022 Ratpile
® 2022 Ratpile
Sally
Oh sally
I know you don't mean it bad
You know already, you just do never ask
All that we gave us is bitterness and shame
From all that we gave us, what teaches best is blame
You know how it is
You never make it real
You always keep a piece
From all the hearts you steal
Oh sally
I got a picture in my hand
But you know already since long ago it's blured
The city I live in, the sun does never rise
For all that we gave in, we finaly pay the price
You know how it is
You never make it real
You always keep a piece
From all the hearts you steal
You dont know how it feels
You dont know how im in love
You dont know, no no no no
You dont know how im in love
You dont know, no no no no
You dont know how im in love
You dont know, no no no no
Two Kings
Every night we got a fight
We gonna beat it side by side
You are the sword, I am the shield
We bleed together on the field
You are the arrow
I am the blade
We fight in fire and in shade
Right before the crack of dawn
We cut off the heads that wear the crown
Two swords, two shields
Eye to eye with the fiend
Two allegiance, two combined
One on the left, one on the right
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, oooooh
Heavy injured, heavy wounded
You are the axe, I am the maze
We're comming through the morning haze
And if the beast is defending strong
We're gonna fight it all night long
You are the arrow
I am the blade
We fight in fire and in shade
The bravery of pans, the passion of kings
We run like the night and we draw like the Queen
Two swords, two shields
Eye to eye with the fiend
Two allegiance, two combined
One on the left, one on the right
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, oooooh
Heavy injured, heavy wounded
Ratking
The time takes me slow and drives its claws in my chest
Part for part it gatters my flesh from my bones
I see shadows and patterns of things that are already gone
When the lights turning down, believe me the night will be long
No medicin to heal
My pain is your desire
Stone cold soul
You push and pull you ugly little liar
No echo for my will
Come cover me with fire
Cruel black heart
Come snatch and crawl you dirty fuckin liar
Bad prophet
Seven headed liar
Show me ignorance
What is it you desire
Self raised king
Bathe in holy whater
Discriminate may faith
Pretend your holy shine
No medicin to heal
My pain is your desire
Stone cold soul
You push and pull you ugly little liar
No echo for my will
Come cover me with fire
Cruel black heart
Come snatch and crawl you dirty fuckin liar