Saints Burn Black

Dust in my lungs, ash in my breath

Carved out of silence, baptized in death

Saints are rotting in gold-stained glass

I piss on the past as Im walking past

You build your heaven out of chains

I wear my filth like holy flames

Im the voice beneath your choir

The black spark spittin fire

No light, no crown, no trust

Only faith Ive got is rust

Im the hymn you tried to drown

Still screaming underground

Cracked-blood road and a sky gone red

I sleep with the screams of the fucked-up dead

Crosses tilt in the field of bones

I dig my truth with broken stones

No gospel sings in a place like this

Just bitter smoke and a vultures kiss

Im the voice beneath your choir

The black spark spittin fire

No light, no crown, no trust

Only faith Ive got is rust

Im the hymn you tried to drown

Still screaming underground

Goddamn wreckage thats all I am

No clean hands, no holy lamb

Nailed my sins to the burning frame

Then pissed on the smoke and forgot my name

I dont repent, I dont confess

I spit back hard when the sky says bless

You want salvation? There aint none left

Just the stink of smoke on a sinners breath

Saints burn black and the angels rot

Your heaven fell, but hell forgot

No absolution, no fucking grace

Just one last scream in a godless place

Im the wreckage, Im the scar

The gospel lost in a broken car

So light that match and let it crack

Saints burn black and dont come back