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?