Saint Hate کے بول

Hand of fate, hand so cold Reaching out from destiny Like a saint, built from hate You resent everything that you've been told And I wouldn't lie I'll tell the truth even if I get hurt I'm losing security, I'm losing sincerity I'm faking the promises and getting all lost in them. I'm losing security, I'm losing sincerity And if I can't get my hands on catastrophe And if I wake up without you next to me Still awake, I forgot to sleep And there's a record playing in my head Songs 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 hurt I'm losing security, I'm losing sincerity I'm faking the promises and getting all lost in them. I'm losing security, I'm losing sincerity And if I can't keep my hands on catastrophe And if I wake up with you next to me And if I can't keep my hands on catastrophe And if I wake up without you next to me