Catlow

Saint Hate
Hand of fate, hand so coldReaching out from destinyLike a saint, built from hate You resent everything that you've been toldAnd I wouldn't lie I'll tell the truth even if I get hurtI'm losing security, I'm losing sincerityI'm faking the promises and getting all lost in them. I'm losing security, I'm losing sincerityAnd if I can't get my hands on catastrophe and if I wake up without you next to meStill awake, I forgot to sleep And there's a record playing in my headSongs not dead, black in tune And no one dares to enter the room And I wouldn't lie I'll tell the truth even if I get hurtI'm losing security, I'm losing sincerityI'm faking the promises and getting all lost in them. I'm losing security, I'm losing sincerityAnd if I can't keep my hands on catastrophe and if I wake up with you next to meAnd if I can't keep my hands on catastrophe and if I wake up without you next to me Aus Songtexte Mania