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Dreambound / dreamboundmusic http://vk.com/dreamboundmusic / dream_bound http://dreambound.storenvy.com ________________________________ Artist: Foxblood Song: No Heroes Album: 'The Devil, The Dark & The Rain' (2016) Hometown: Melbourne, Australia Website: / foxbloodau ________________________________ Lyrics: We're on our way back from parts unknown, Death grabs a hold, time takes it's toll Wandering down the darkest roads, Night's getting cold with wrongs to atone Burning maps of the places we go, It's starting to rain, knees turn to stone Forgetting faces of people we know, There's no hope, there's no heroes. And I don't know much of fate, But what doesn't kill you lies in wait. (It lies in wait) We are the warning signs, We will never forget, no we will never forget, no. We spent our whole damn lives living as children of regret. There's no hope, there's no heroes. I told you, I'm perfectly fine walking the thin line between disgraced and divine, With a heart of gold and the highest crimes. It's dawning on me as I'm growing older, That God is a bastard with a chip on his shoulder, And it's getting colder. And we lay down like dogs with wolf teeth dreams to bite the hand that feeds, But they hold all the keys, and thus we are little more than sheep. So I guess we'll always be tethered like birds of feather, Whatever the weather. We flock, fly south together, so I guess we will be lost forever. Lost forever. We are the warning signs, We will never forget, no we will never forget, no. We spent our whole damn lives living as children of regret. They buried the rich men next to the slaves, To show that in death, we are all the same. The grass is no greener, they're buried no deeper, and six feet down? There is but one shade. Retreat to sleep, on your final day, No castles, no gods, no pride and no shame. They bear no crowns in tired ghost towns, No matter your name, they are just words on your grave. There's no hope, there's no heroes. ________________________________ Credits: Director - Jason Eshraghian Producer - Lachlan Monty Cinematographer - Clayton Orgles Tracked by Aaron Beale @ Parallel Recording Drums tracked by Travis Johnson @ T&M Recording Samples by Jon Gering Mixed & Mastered by Adam "Nolly" Getgood