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letra de saints - yomishious

[chorus – yomishious]
saints
we can be saints
unfurl rage
saints
we are the saints
when the world rains
we can be saints
saints

[verse 1 – yomishious
tell em we’re not cattle
feisty villains dressed up in all red, black heels
at ease with your guns, ’til the cl!ck, cl!ck [gunshot]
you better make your man kneel
there’ll be a gallery of different splatter patterns

can i repent? no!
can i repent? no!
that i didn’t meant to
there’ll be revenge? yes!
there’ll be revenge? yes!
they’ll try have my skull ripped clean, ripped clean
skull ripped clean
i can’t end up dead! no!
can’t end up dead! no!
seeing the corpse laugh at me, d-mned horror’s when it sang to me, can hear the soul of it scream that “the man attacked me”
shattered mirrors all round, the reflection showing the grin face of the past me, simothy laughing
you, showed me a future i don’t wanna live
angels think it is gainful
put me through the painful evil stranger dangers as i face the changes, i just wanna be at peace with me

[chorus – yomishious]
saints
we can be saints
unfurl rage
saints
we are the saints
when the world rains
we can be saints
saints

[verse 2 – yomishious]
dust settled
ain’t gonna go again in this war, much blood and gore, you’re having your ore’s smelted
diamonds, the riches at it’s finest, but to me i’m drawing pictures with the crayons of myself
tryna see deep why i’m rotten to the core
feeling love, before i met her
died every morning when you both woke me up with your fights, though like a thief in the night, you crept into my mind
but what else is in my head?

can i repent? no!
can i repent? no!
that i didn’t meant to
there’ll be revenge? yes!
there’ll be revenge? yes!
they’ll try have my skull ripped clean, ripped clean
skull ripped clean
i can’t end up dead! no!
can’t end up dead! no!
feeling distant, driven to lengths making me hiss at the risen, the mission, the minute i visit, the pistol i pulled was hidden
te secret, the fixing, the fissure that broke me
i’m done hiding i feel the old voices coming back from their depths trying to f-ck me over
this illness will have no winner, no f-cking winner
tryna steer clear but i’m at the edge point of the cliff face, feel my rage die as my mind does at the same time, though life is no more than the memories lived, what would i be if i ripped them clean to escape the noise?

- yomishious

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