Hounds To Hamartia - Poets Of The Fall

A single kiss for your treasure

There just left at your door

Life has shown you no pleasure before

Double cross for a symbol

Name your rosary beads

You will nurture the fable till it bleeds

Bleeds for your love

No more tragic love for sale in the crooked gallery

High on acid love gone stale seems like fantasy

Just like magic Hubris leads, leads its hounds, hounds to Hamartia

What you eclipse makes your measure

What you leave reaches for you in your stead

Taking flaws for a gamble to get ahead

No remorse for the trouble spread

In the revolution

No more tragic love for sale,

Hit or miss you’ll be playing

Paying your dues cos you need the game all the same

Fame draws you like fireflies to the flame

Play all on red

No more tragic love for sale,