A word has weight
When it rings true
There's nothing I
Can hold you to
The hounds of hell
Need love and care
The hounds need
Organs and limbs to tear

You and me are apples in trees
Don't fall far from me

Like a Pentecostal choir on Sunday
I can suck the venom out of your bones
Come on, Raven let me connect to the server,
I could be the one who cuts down the overgrowth

A word has weight
When it rings true,
And never when
It comes to you
Some secrets you
Should never tell
They'll feed you to
The hounds of hell

You and me are apples in trees
Don't fall far from me

Like a Pentecostal choir on Sunday
I can suck the venom out of your bones
Come on, Raven let me collect on my winnings
I could be the one who puts you back on the throne

Apologies, meet apologies
We could demon dance all night
Teeth as white as snow
In the vertigo,
Caked in phosphorescent light
And the apples are as sweet
In the nosebleed seats.

Like a Pentecostal choir on Sunday
I can suck the venom out of your bones
Come on, Raven let me collect on my winnings,
I could be the one who puts you back

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JOHN PAUL PITTS, KEVIN ROBERT WILLIAMS, THOMAS JOHN FEKETE, TYLER JERRY SCHWARZ