Running From All The Saints

My theories of resistance are smashed everyday
By angers drowning cancers on the corners of my brains
My guns and ammunitions were stolen long ago
By angels firing haloes on the limits of my soul

At least I see, the setting sun is celebrating
Still I can find happiness in a place where no one cares
And if my eye believes I'm gonna sink into your colors
To get along with the sickest nights, to lead with this rhythm and sing

Fighting their powers, creating my stones
Cause if we've still got buds then we've still got the party going on
Fighting their powers, sowing my roots
Cause if we've still got the fire and it burns, we've got nothing to lose

I'm sick and tired of all the care they're selling everyday
The road to hell is paved with good intentions anyway
And all along it's been a part of me, a part of you
The liquor store is closed I need some more to sing the truth

At least I know, our honeymoon is just beginning
Still I have pleasure to share with the one who no one cares
And if my eyes believe, I'm gonna sink into your colors
To get along with the sickest nights, to lead with this rhythm and sing

Fighting their powers, raising our fists
Cause if we've still got redemption then we've still got nothing to miss
Fighting their powers, releasing the pain
To be beyond the good and evil I'm still running from all the saints