Saints By Blackthorn Riot

[Intro] [Rain falling softly] [Low distorted guitar humming] [Lonely violin trembling in the distance] Streetlights bleeding through motel glass Sunset ghosts with cigarette hearts We were born too loud for heaven Too young to survive the dark [Drums kick in slowly] [Violin stab] [Verse 1] We came crawling outta alleyways and broken homes Leather jackets wrapped around our cracked-up bones Cheap motel dreams and a mouth full of gasoline Living like a riot in a death machine [Dirty bass growl] [Sharp violin strike] Mama said “Boy don’t dance with flames” But the fire looked prettier than saving my name [Feedback scream] [Pre-Chorus] And every night felt like forever Every scar became a crown We were angels with switchblades hidden Trying not to drown [Violins rising dramatically] [Chorus] We are the saints of the midnight city Neon hearts and eyes half gone Still singing loud when the world gets ugly Still burning bright when the hope is gone [Huge drums explode] [Violins crashing with the guitars] We were never made for silence Never meant to fade away We’re the last young souls still screaming In the rain [Verse 2] Broken bottles underneath the Roxy lights Every kiss tasted like another fight Shaking holes into the floor While he screamed like the end wanted more [Heavy distorted riff] [Fast aggressive violin hits] He Lit another cigarette backstage He Looked like poetry trapped inside a cage He Laughed while bleeding from his knuckles again And everything sounded haunted in the rain [Melancholic violin melody] [Pre-Chorus] We wore heartbreak like religion Black eyeliner like war paint Every anthem sounded beautiful Even drowning in the pain [Chorus] We are the saints of the midnight city Neon hearts and eyes half gone Still singing loud when the world gets ugly Still burning bright when the hope is gone [Violins screaming beside the solo] We were never made for silence Never meant to fade away We’re the last young souls still screaming In the rain [Bridge] [Everything cuts quieter] [Soft clean guitar] [Lonely violin weeping softly] Maybe we were born too reckless Maybe heaven shut its doors But if these streets become our graveyard Turn the amplifiers louder than before [Massive violin swell building upward] [Guitar Solo – Screaming glam metal solo colliding with grunge distortion] [Violins dancing wildly around the lead guitar] [Final Chorus] We are the saints of the midnight city Last cigarettes before the dawn Still standing tall inside the chaos Still singing even after hope is gone [Gang vocals] [Violins exploding with the drums] We were never born for heaven We belonged to neon graves We’re the broken hearts still fighting And the music that remains [Outro] [Rainfall returns] [Distorted guitar fading slowly] [One final lonely violin note] “Saints never really die…” [Static fades into silence]