Hearts of Iron
Six shades were gold
In what was iron
That broke them all
And left you lying in bed
A bitter maul
Very very small
You thought the sea
Could make her belly swell
In a better dream
You wake and pace the hall
Spitting bowl and seeds
Those iron brothers
And that's a dream
Nothing matters at all
At all
At all
Nothing matters at all
At all
At all
When you regrow home in hearts of iron
When you regrow home in hearts of iron
When you regrow home in hearts of iron
When you regrow home in hearts of iron
Writer/s: Dan Boeckner, Alexei Perry
