Common Dead - No Saint Lyrics
Damning bodies fleeting of soulsFollow brainless teachings of oldIn hopes of owning massesSpitting venom, calling it "faith"For twisted, sick idealsTheir book becomes a crutch and a shieldTheir theory in the role of a swordHow dare you point the fingerYou got nothing on me, and you, sir,Are no goddamn saintYou're no saintThe fallen always victims to teaseYou hide with false securityPrepared for your deceptionSome will never believeThe tricks you're crawling throughAgain the fates have proven it wrongIrony has finished the jobIn my time or anotherYour entire plan of controlWill only bring you hellThrough history it has always shownYour time to own upIs right *****ing nowCaptured, convinced as a childThat way, you never outgrow itDemand your new birth in freedomTheir book becomes a crutch and a shieldTheir theory in the role of a swordHow dare you point the fingerYou got nothing on me, and you, sir,Are no goddamn saintYou're no saint
