World is gross
Human blows
It's good to way I have this way out
This life is lame
It's such a shame
But it's okay I have my own saint
People are mean
It's a disease
It's full of pain and sadness
Trust no one
They're full of shit
They're so full of everything
Understand me
And purify me now
Understand me
Save me now
Empty words
Tainted souls
It's hard to know my way out
It's all schemes
It's such a game
But it's ok I have my own saint
People are mean
It's a disease
It's full of voids and horrors
Can't trust no one
They're so full of shit
They're so full of everything
Understand me
And purify me now
Understand me
Save me
If I had some power and control
I'd try to get rid of all these ghosts
I know all these thoughts won't let me go
The Saint Trigger is calling me
To pray
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
