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Saint Hate - text

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 sincerity, I'm losing security
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

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