Saints of War
The Nest in the Black Tree
Soiled memories of the broken
Push-Pull from the get go, I’m crashing
It was you all along
Lets not pretend anymore
I was the one who missed the mark
Run from far from the fallout
Don’t look back, our home was taken
The hunt now begins
This war is over you
Armored sleep
Let your eye lashes embrace
My pillow framed you
Lace the gloves up
The fight is coming to our door
Jump the thresh hold
Never run, you’re no Sprinter
You’re a Saint in the Bad Lands
There’s no margin of error
Sniper be true
The war is here
Together we will stand
It’s always been you, my Love
