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'''Hounds to Hamartia''' is the eighth track on [[Poets of the Fall]]'s 2014 sixth album [[Jealous Gods (album)|Jealous Gods]]. | '''Hounds to Hamartia''' is the eighth track on [[Poets of the Fall]]'s 2014 sixth album [[Jealous Gods (album)|Jealous Gods]]. | ||
==Lyrics== | |||
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| 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... | |||
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Revision as of 19:05, 13 March 2025
| "Hounds to Hamartia" | |
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| Song by Poets of the Fall | |
| from the album Jealous Gods | |
| Released | September 19, 2014 |
| Length | 5:06 |
| Label | Insomniac |
| BPM | 109 |
| Key | D |
| Producer(s) | Poets of the Fall |
Hounds to Hamartia is the eighth track on Poets of the Fall's 2014 sixth album Jealous Gods.
Lyrics
| 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... |
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