Hounds to Hamartia
A single kiss for your treasureThere just left at your doorLife has shown you no pleasure before
Double cross for a symbolName your rosary beadsYou will nurture the fable till it bleedsBleeds for your love
No more tragic love for sale in the crooked galleryHigh on acid love gone stale seems like fantasyJust like magic Hubris leads, leads its hounds, hounds to Hamartia
What you eclipse makes your measureWhat you leave reaches for you in your steadTaking flaws for a gamble to get ahead
No remorse for the trouble spreadIn the revolution
No more tragic love for sale…
Hit or miss you'll be playingPaying your dues cos you need the game all the sameFame draws you like fireflies to the flamePlay all on red
No more tragic love for sale…