Letra de The hoard

They say that good boys walk straight on white lines.
Good boys keep their livers clean,
And smoke out of their lungs.
´Cause it´s all about what you´ve done,
Good boys don´t make mistakes to learn from.

´Cause when heaven comes,
They won´t be caught being young.

Grace make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it.
After all they´ve earned it.
But vain, it´s in vain,
´Cause they don´t need it.

They´re steady, steady breathers,
Who won´t lift a finger for the gasping weaker.
You just hoard your hollow completion,
Like it´s something wearing thin.
Like it´s gonna get you in, When heaven comes.

´Cause when heaven comes,
I swear it comes in love.

Grace make your way to the well,
To those who deserve it.
After all they´ve earned it.
But vain, it´s in vain,
´Cause they don´t need it.

Now I let go of your hand somewhere between,
Love and what it demands of me.

Grace make your way.