Say saint, would you worry about me if I'll say
I'm sick of you all
Or would you babble a curse
Say saint, would you worry about me
If the lord would change his skin and praise the cursed
Would you keep on your good ways when there's no reward
Sinners are bonding
Their fictions with gods will
Neurotics solace
I'll see you all in hell
Nurturing the racists from birth
Like a tumor all over the land
Who said the mob is sane
Who said
Who
Say saint, would you care for me less if I'd bless
The other side of your war
Or would you blame the peacemakers tongue
Say saint, who called saint in the first place
I know god can't give those nicknames to the ones
Who have the nerve to pray for things they don’t deserve
Sinners are bonding
Their fictions with gods will
Neurotics solace
I'll see you all in hell
Nurturing the racists from birth
Like a tumor all over the land
Who said the mob is sane
Who said
Who
