Besedila: Lost City Angels. Broken World. Faithless On The Floor.

In times I turned to you
With a fist full of broken pride
I was left standing there
Hollowed out inside
So why do you think I'm running
Far from you?
There are some wounds
That your love can't heal
Put out, hurt, and starving
Tell me, are you asleep at the wheel?

Where have you gone?
I think there's something wrong
And this blackheart says it's true
And I guess I know it's true
And this blackheart says it's true
Well I can't believe in you
And this blackheart says it's true
And I guess I know it's true
And this blackheart says it's

So now I turn to you
With a pale gaze from my eyes
And a sinking feeling I was wronged
So now we turn away
From the bullshit laid before us
Tell me is there something I should do?

And this blackheart says it's true
And I guess I know it's true
And this blackheart says it's true
Well I can't believe in you
And this blackheart says it's true
And I guess I know it's true
And this blackheart says it's
True

So take what you want from me
Cause I don't care
Relieve me of my misery
Do the worst that you can
I'll pray
Pray at your alter
Fall down at your knees
Leave me faithless on the floor
And do what you please

And this blackheart says it's true
And I guess I know it's true
And this blackheart says it's true
Well I can't believe in you
And this blackheart says it's true
And I guess I know it's true
And this blackheart says it's
True

I've got to be found
Because I'm going no place good