wanted But time crumbles blue roses to dust Now I long to feel the touch from your lust So much sweeter than all the rest You're what lies between pain and death Sinners and saints
all are torn apart Until we all are grown apart We live our lives the way we want Until we all are torn apart Until we all are torn apart Until we all
never satisfied We fall from grace Forget we can fly But through all the tears that we cry We'll survive 'Cause when we're torn apart Shattered and scarred
how to touch the nail scarred hand Verse 2: I don't wanna spend my time praying prayers bombarding heaven With requests to reign down fire on saints
make war with the saints And to overcome them..." And risen from imprisonment With so many nations to tame Past Caesars and Tsars are but lesions and scars
Hook: We are children of the light Royal rulers of the nation Saints, no prisoners of the night Trust and love will lead the way We are free Verse 1
be explored by y'all radar My name can't be absorbed in God's quasar So why try and stay around this hell 12 tho from all the 12 tribes in Israel They
He deserve to die between two thieves? See the scars and touch His wounds He's risen flesh and bone Now the sinners have become the saints And the lost have all
somewhere in between a saint and being mean You feel used That's why it works, that's why it works Chorus: Nobody can be an angel forever Nobody can understand you all
One last glance from a taxicab Images scar my mind Four weeks felt like years Since your full attention was all mine The night was young and so were
sacrifice To imagine or believe all the glory of the free Hunting all day an endless cry The things I've seen I can't deny Sinners, saints all mixed
He knew he wasn't perfect But he always did his best to get under the surface Not a saint, not a serpent He just wanted everyone to be impressed with
right is all that remains And fight till what?s right is all that remains Fight till what?s right is all that remains Fight till what?s right is all
he was never born Johnny waits at journal square and tells himself again Johnny you're the patron saint of spitting in the wind' Johnny's got all the scars
peace, And the very soil that we walk upon Is filled with tears that never cease, And you can trace the scars of hopelessness Like sweat upon the backs Of all
the troops Like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry us through Black Jesus, ha ha ha ha ha He's like a Saint that we can trust to help to carry
soldier heaven knows I've been no saint With my camouflage and armor a cold heart and grease paint To you this has no meaning the armistice laid down The armies are all
I need a, I need, I need a That's all I need, see how easy I am to please That's all I need, and maybe then I'll be complete That's all I need, I'm not