Saint Nothing

[Verse 1] Lift, lift your head Myth, so pristine and white with age Walk with me, speak to me [Verse 2] Saint, I don't know your name But your voice, so strong, it speaks through the glass, speaks through the ground An empty phrase, a hollow sound [Verse 3] Calm, quite severe Leave the throng, a mind so clear, you feel no pain An end so near, you taste the blood [Outro] How long? How long? How long? How long?