Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saints , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Haunted Gardens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2019
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Saints |
| 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 |
| 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 |