Текст песни
Verse 1 Kicked awake by sunrise bleeding through the broken blinds, Cheap guitar still humming like it knows what’s on my mind. Rattle in my chest like a motor that refuses sleep, Yesterday’s disasters piling in a corner, knee-deep. Footsteps in the hallway sound like someone else’s ghost, Screaming from the posters of the bands I loved the most. Every dream I had is shaking, shaking, begging for a fight, So I lace up all my trouble and I step into the night. Chorus We are the Razor City Saints, Cutting through the static with our heaven-made mistakes. Raise your voice until it breaks — Yeah, we’re the Razor City Saints, Born from the fever and the fire that it takes, Never backing down, no brakes. Verse 2 Corner store confession with a bottle in my hand, Laughing at the rules I never cared to understand. Graffiti on my jacket telling stories no one asked, A biography of chaos written messy, written fast. Sirens in the distance harmonize with my stride, Every god I ever met was walking drunk by my side. If the world wants quiet, let it choke on all this noise — We’re the broken-hearted rebels, yeah, the never-silent boys. Bridge Light the match and let it roar — we’re brighter when we burn. Every scar’s a compass showing where we had to turn. If the city wants to crush us, let it try, let it try — We’ve got gasoline in our blood and thunder in our cry. Chorus We are the Razor City Saints, Cutting through the static with our heaven-made mistakes. Raise your voice until it breaks — Yeah, we’re the Razor City Saints, Born from the fever and the fire that it takes, Never backing down, no brakes. Razor City Saints, Rattling the sky until the whole world shakes.
