Breakthrough Frequencies
Saints
Unknown in a frostbit town of graveyards and lakes.There are demons in liquid form who give what they take.No crossroads, or goals. With a false sense of control.Oh my God; Alone in the skin I wear, a coat of fresh paint.There's demons we live with, disguised as our saintsWhen I close my eyes at night, it keeps me awake.Cuz' I still see you. But you're gone.
From Letras Mania