The Saint
I tried to prevent this.How I wished that you were wrongBear with me a few more days.You said you foresee things
This is for sure not a coincidenceThis is not fate and it's not luck.Maybe it is just meant to be...
Give me a moment to wonderGive me a moment to fall apartGive me a reason to keep youGive me a reason for an excuse
We breathe the same air, you knowWe feed on the same thoughtsWe drink from the same spring
And all this is not enough...
We hide from the surfaceWe want to be left aloneWe're searching for reasonsBut answers do not exist
A crime is the thought itselfThe implementationIs only the consequenceCome face the things you did
Tell me where you've beenTell me what you've seenTell me what you've heardTell me what you felt