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| "False Kings" | ||||
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| Single by Poets of the Fall | ||||
| from the album Ultraviolet | ||||
| Released | January 31, 2018 | |||
| Length | 3:31 | |||
| Label | Insomniac | |||
| BPM | 184 | |||
| Key | B | |||
| Producer(s) | Poets of the Fall | |||
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False Kings is the lead single and third track on Poets of the Fall's 2018 eighth album Ultraviolet.
Lyrics
| Getting lost singing their song, oh
Caught up in all I've done, oh It's all I know, but not what I need, oh Cut by my love, cut till I bleed So I want to run to your shelter tonight Run to the shelter tonight United in silent resistance Of bowing to false kings So let me run to your shelter tonight Run from this meaningless pantomime I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence Of bowing to false kings Bought their smiles, liquid and smooth Took their words for the truth, hey Edge of light and shade, ah My broken soul once more enslaved So I want to run to your shelter tonight... ... I see the false kings I see that all this Must end When there' s no love in my embrace Cold blood runs through my veins If I soar without grace Do I still soar I need the love in your embrace Open doors, brand new ways End my wars and erase And I'm yours So I want to run to your shelter tonight.. ... I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence Yes, I wined and, and I dined on, on that cyanide |
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