Thunder & Lightning 歌词

	I heard the thunder and lightning
	struck by your tower today
	and though the world wasn’t frightened
	you sent the whole world away
	and now you cower there alone in your tower of tears
	every step and every stone filled with millions of fears
	your poison blood and brittle bones
	start to clutter and crack
	beneath your hell of a home
	cut down by the cruel and the crass fold
	catch hell from the mighty and high
	ain’t nowhere left for the good to go
	no truth in a world full of lies
	our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around
	gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground
	to wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole
	to keep a good man down
	shake the hands of holy ghosts
	dance along an ivory coast
	share your flesh with passing shadows
	on a bed of broken hopes
	be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
	that your lungs can hold
	welcome all your bastard actions back home
	why do we cry cry our eyes out
	in them low lowly graves
	mourning all the times
	we would’ve could’ve should’ve had our way
	we were hard hearted heathens
	to their soul saving saints
	spilling blood in the same God’s holy name
	we were the heathens to their saints
	spilling blood in the same God’s holy name
	shake the hands of holy ghosts
	dance along an ivory coast
	share your flesh with passing shadows
	on a bed of broken hopes
	be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
	that your lungs can hold
	welcome all your bastard actions back home

	I heard the thunder and lightning
	struck by your tower today
	and though the world wasn' t frightened
	you sent the whole world away
	and now you cower there alone in your tower of tears
	every step and every stone filled with millions of fears
	your poison blood and brittle bones
	start to clutter and crack
	beneath your hell of a home
	cut down by the cruel and the crass fold
	catch hell from the mighty and high
	ain' t nowhere left for the good to go
	no truth in a world full of lies
	our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around
	gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground
	to wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole
	to keep a good man down
	shake the hands of holy ghosts
	dance along an ivory coast
	share your flesh with passing shadows
	on a bed of broken hopes
	be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
	that your lungs can hold
	welcome all your bastard actions back home
	why do we cry cry our eyes out
	in them low lowly graves
	mourning all the times
	we would' ve could' ve should' ve had our way
	we were hard hearted heathens
	to their soul saving saints
	spilling blood in the same God' s holy name
	we were the heathens to their saints
	spilling blood in the same God' s holy name
	shake the hands of holy ghosts
	dance along an ivory coast
	share your flesh with passing shadows
	on a bed of broken hopes
	be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
	that your lungs can hold
	welcome all your bastard actions back home

	I heard the thunder and lightning
	struck by your tower today
	and though the world wasn' t frightened
	you sent the whole world away
	and now you cower there alone in your tower of tears
	every step and every stone filled with millions of fears
	your poison blood and brittle bones
	start to clutter and crack
	beneath your hell of a home
	cut down by the cruel and the crass fold
	catch hell from the mighty and high
	ain' t nowhere left for the good to go
	no truth in a world full of lies
	our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around
	gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground
	to wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole
	to keep a good man down
	shake the hands of holy ghosts
	dance along an ivory coast
	share your flesh with passing shadows
	on a bed of broken hopes
	be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
	that your lungs can hold
	welcome all your bastard actions back home
	why do we cry cry our eyes out
	in them low lowly graves
	mourning all the times
	we would' ve could' ve should' ve had our way
	we were hard hearted heathens
	to their soul saving saints
	spilling blood in the same God' s holy name
	we were the heathens to their saints
	spilling blood in the same God' s holy name
	shake the hands of holy ghosts
	dance along an ivory coast
	share your flesh with passing shadows
	on a bed of broken hopes
	be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
	that your lungs can hold
	welcome all your bastard actions back home

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