Mica – Corpse Dance

When the sun goes down and we’re lost in the night
Searching for our footsteps, searching for the light
And the facts won’t change when it’s time to die
Lips of mercy and fists of pride
Swollen features, swallowed lies

This feels like heaven, feels like hell
I talk to God, I ring the bell
I wanna cherish what we have left
Take me through your emptiness
This feels like heaven, feels like hell
I talk to God, I ring the bell
Daily damage done by our hands
Take us to the promise land

Written by Dustin Micah Kemp & Joseph Gudino
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