Saints Of Sorrow

I felt the darkness in me
(Was it greater than light
It's for me to decide)
After all, I wanted to face my fears
(To find myself in me
For no more bitterness to breed)

Sometimes I felt, in spite of all
To blow my brains to the wall

No more hollow
No more sweet dreams to swallow
No more sorrow
There is an open door, so what you waiting for?

Now I feel the brightness in me
(It is shining so black
There is no forth and back)
I fought to feel myself humane
(I had to face my demons
To justify who I am)

I do not miss that phase at all
When I was near to blow
My brains to the wall

No! No! No more hollow
No more sweet dreams to swallow
I'm not the saint of sorrow
Black lights, the way to the door
So what you waiting for?
No more hollow, no more sweet dreams to swallow
No! No! I'm not the saint of sorrow
Black lights, the way to the door
So what the hell you're waiting for??

The cruelt moonlight, like is the light
Thru the fight