Saints of slums and disbelief

Born in the city of the saints of unknown,
the patron saint of my lonely home town.
Upon the hillside of the starless and tired,
I watched the orange universes collide.

outside the nights are freezing,
though it's colder in the day,
and we might live forever,
if we only keep away

Scream for the breezy land that's still under the sea,
another planet's awkward stars on the breeze of my belief.
Fell for October in the streets of the saved,
seven seasons in the center of the maze.

outside the nights are freezing,
though it's colder in the day,
and we might live forever,
if we only keep away
and another drink for the lonely,
and an encore for the frail,
and the blood and sweat is washed off,
to reveal the latest fail.

outside the nights are freezing,
and the sun hides in the day,
and we cant live forever,
if you could only stay.