Matt Davis - Son Of The Morning lyrics

I am the rival I am the one who speaks in whisper Hear me now, dear Weak forgiver Hear me now, weak forgiver Hear me now... Don't send an angel to face the devil You're wasting power on grace A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave Where I'll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin that defeats them The skin they crave If you could see like me you'd see You haven't won anything (anything) If you could see like me you'd see It's by my grace you're breathing (breathing) If you could see like me you'd see You haven't won anything If you could see like me you'd see Every night I start my rise Climbing high into the morning sky But soon after I lose your pride And I damn your son for stealing my light This world is mine They call me the son of the morning They call me the son of the morning I can mend all your fallen Pa** the clouds as they roll in And when I do I will claim your throne Through all these cowards you call your sons I am the lord of air And my dawn will last forever Go on pouring out cause in the end I will have them If you could see like me you'd see You haven't won anything (anything) If you could see like me you'd see It's by my grace you're breathing (breathing) If you could see like me you'd see You haven't won anything If you could see like me you'd see Your precious light is fading Your light is fading