No Saint - Charon

There’s left no love inside

There’s left no righteous life but the hate is strong and stains the path I

Roam

There’s right and there is wrong, yet I chose the one I’m on

To the hell and back where life is gone

And it’s all to make you worth of dying

Worth of something like you!

We keep falling down like summer rain'

These wounds are deep enough to make me feel alive

You’re no saint I saw it from your eyes

Can I taste the bitter fame?

Can I bless the bitter race?

To the hell and back where we belong

Down

Down

Down like the summer rain

Away from winter’s bane