Saints Songtext

Unknown in a frostbit town of graveyards and lakes.
There are demons in liquid form who give what they take.
No crossroads, or goals. With a false sense of control.

Oh my God; Alone in the skin I wear, a coat of fresh paint.
There's demons we live with, disguised as our saints
When I close my eyes at night, it keeps me awake.
Cuz' I still see you. But you're gone.