No Saint

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