My theories of resistance are smashed everyday By angers drowning cancers on the corners of my brains My guns and ammunitions were stolen long ago By angels firing haloes on the limits of my soul At least I see, the setting sun is celebrating Still I can find happiness in a place where no one cares And if my eye believes I'm gonna sink into your colors To get along with the sickest nights, to lead with this rhythm and sing Fighting their powers, creating my stones Cause if we've still got buds then we've still got the party going on Fighting their powers, sowing my roots Cause if we've still got the fire and it burns, we've got nothing to lose I'm sick and tired of all the care they're selling everyday The road to hell is paved with good intentions anyway And all along it's been a part of me, a part of you The liquor store is closed I need some more to sing the truth At least I know, our honeymoon is just beginning Still I have pleasure to share with the one who no one cares And if my eyes believe, I'm gonna sink into your colors To get along with the sickest nights, to lead with this rhythm and sing Fighting their powers, raising our fists Cause if we've still got redemption then we've still got nothing to miss Fighting their powers, releasing the pain To be beyond the good and evil I'm still running from all the saints