GHOST SECTOR LYRICS

"I Ain't No Saint"

This bottle of courage keeps me moving
With a sense of pride that I can't seem to recollect
My mind is set for deconstruction
Prepared for subterfuge that I hope I won't forget
This paranoia keeps me trembling
Six hits just for relief so I can compromise
These thoughts that leave me blankly staring
Tired, weary, broke and stale through the bleakness of my eyes

I'm not afraid of failing
Those words they seem so fake and
My temper fails to compromise

These weeks they all just string together
Pacing my room back and forth to the rhythm of this beat
Salvation's shores seem so much better
Than every piece of shit who makes their way down on my street
I try my best to keep my halo
But I don't seem to mind so I'm not going back
The TV's been on for a day now
And these six-strings are the only thing that keeps these thoughts intact

I'm not afraid of failing
Those words they seem so fake and
My temper fails to compromise

These Chicago streets, they all seem safe to me
We walk these alleyways in stride our names in infamy
These lights they never dim unlike the ones at home
I'm not going back, yeah I'm not going back it's set in stone

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