Satanic Saints
The river rushes by
Nothing's in your mind
The salt water's fresh in the air
You're going through life with little to no care
And he stands by your side
Holding hands through the night
The pine trees die
But you don't really mind
Their needles cover the ground
While you're there in his arms
With no one around
And you say I would do anything for ya
And when there's no reply
You leave without saying goodbye
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of your soul
It was your heart he craved
Now you're walking alone
And the wind is getting cold
All you want to do is cry
Cause now there's no one by your side
Then the fire inside ya grows
And you don't care that you're all alone
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of your soul
It was your heart he craved
And you can't help but wonder why me
But at the same time you're happy
Because you deserve more
Than what his little heart can adore
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of your soul
It was your heart he craved
The river rushes by
Nothing's in my mind
The salt water's fresh in the air
I'm going through life with little to no care
And he's not standing by my side
On my own through the night
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of my soul
It was my heart he craved
Because in the end we're all just satanic saints
Nothing's in your mind
The salt water's fresh in the air
You're going through life with little to no care
And he stands by your side
Holding hands through the night
The pine trees die
But you don't really mind
Their needles cover the ground
While you're there in his arms
With no one around
And you say I would do anything for ya
And when there's no reply
You leave without saying goodbye
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of your soul
It was your heart he craved
Now you're walking alone
And the wind is getting cold
All you want to do is cry
Cause now there's no one by your side
Then the fire inside ya grows
And you don't care that you're all alone
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of your soul
It was your heart he craved
And you can't help but wonder why me
But at the same time you're happy
Because you deserve more
Than what his little heart can adore
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of your soul
It was your heart he craved
The river rushes by
Nothing's in my mind
The salt water's fresh in the air
I'm going through life with little to no care
And he's not standing by my side
On my own through the night
Cause it's all dumb
It's all a game
That we for some reason play
I would say it came from heaven
But that wouldn't explain the pain
And even though he was a saint
He became the devil that day
But instead of my soul
It was my heart he craved
Because in the end we're all just satanic saints
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Writer(s): Hero Clinemills
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