They built a clock from teeth and fed it our names Now every small dream comes back in chains The market blesses hunger Then sells you the bowl I watch good people fold into rentable souls Oh, the mirror won’t answer Oh, it only repeats Oh, we learned to call it living When we’re half asleep Sing me down Paper saints, paper saints We burn so clean Paper saints, paper saints Oh, we laugh and break Under borrowed names Paper saints, paper saints The church on the corner got a neon cure The man in the pulpit looked almost sure Kids with their phones out kneel to the screen Counting their ghosts in a machine-made dream Oh, the sky keeps its distance Oh, the ground won’t stay kind Oh, we ask for a sign Then swallow the lie Hold me now Paper saints, paper saints We shine and sink Paper saints, paper saints Oh, we reach for grace With our hands still stained Paper saints, paper saints If nothing is sacred then why do we kneel? If truth is a wound then why does it heal? I met my shadow by the river of glass It said, “You are the answer and the questions don’t last” Burn it out Paper saints, paper saints We make our crowns Paper saints, paper saints Oh, the void looks back And it knows our names Paper saints, paper saints Paper saints, paper saints Paper saints, paper saints
