paroles de chanson Saints - Sadistik
None
of
us
are
saints,
but
some
of
us
ain't
You
love
the
paint
but
the
colors
will
change
Staring
out
the
window
again
A
hundred
rain
drops
still
sit
on
my
skin
None
of
us
are
saints,
but
some
of
us
ain't
You
love
the
paint
but
the
colors
will
change
Staring
out
the
window
again
A
hundred
rain
drops
still
sit
on
my
skin
A
messages
in
a
bottle
Lessons
that
I
etched
as
a
staccato
I
go
Hatori
Hanzo
with
the
gonzo
Until
I
fill
the
hollows
Bones
dipped
in
gold
go
vibrato
Falsettos
cause
an
echo
but
for
how
long?
Heavy
as
I've
ever
been
Heaven's
just
a
death
away
Boulder-shouldered
seraphim
Broke
everything
that's
delicate
Looking
at
yourself
again
Yet
you
never
self
reflect
Orpheus
& Eurydice
Like
you've
been
to
Hell
and
back
Innocent
to
diffident
Indifferent
to
the
dissonance
Drifting
in
and
out
of
indolence
Indecent
and
still
in
descent
Disparate
makes
desperate
I'm
distant
when
I
ponder
on
the
infinite
Walk
along
the
precipice
Always
on
defensive
when
Autonom
reflixiveness
Albatross'
eloquent
Watch
me
while
I
levitate
Crawling
on
the
Zeppelins
Monologues
are
deafening
Do
anything
to
exit
When
I'm
lost
among
the
desolate
None
of
us
are
saints,
but
some
of
us
ain't
You
love
the
paint
but
the
colors
will
change
Staring
out
the
window
again
A
hundred
rain
drops
still
sit
on
my
skin
None
of
us
are
saints,
but
some
of
us
ain't
You
love
the
paint
but
the
colors
will
change
Staring
out
the
window
again
A
hundred
rain
drops
still
sit
on
my
skin
Stalagmites
inside
my
mouth
Ultraviolet
fire-bound
Take
the
grey
I
find
And
maybe
I
can
make
it
light
up
now
Lately
I
admire
how
You
make
things
seem
lively
When
I'm
dying
out
Words
are
like
a
spiderweb
I'm
spiral
bound
My
la
fleur
planting
haunted
gardens
Where
the
scars
are
formed
Pluck
my
heart
like
harpsichords
Til
one
of
ours
will
wash
ashore
Baited
breath
til
sharks'll
swarm
Bay
of
pigs
we're
art
of
war
Bayonets
I'm
marching
toward
Lately
I've
been
Lobster
Boy
I'm
running
out
of
air
to
breathe,
be
Coming
what
I'm
scared
to
see,
leave
Nothing
to
the
parakeets,
these
Summers
that
appeared
to
be,
dreams
Prisoners
of
the
moment
Living
among
the
stoic
Prisms
of
other
omens
Visions
becoming
real
Sometimes
it's
just
too
surreal
So
tell
me
how
do
you
feel?
Are
all
the
walls
closing
in?
When
only
the
blue
prevails
Stuck
in
a
blooper
reel
Where
nothing
is
beautiful
A
heart
like
beluga
whale
Awaits
for
the
wounds
to
heal
None
of
us
are
saints,
but
some
of
us
ain't
You
love
the
paint
but
the
colors
will
change
Staring
out
the
window
again
A
hundred
rain
drops
still
sit
on
my
skin
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