SAINTS WITH SCARS, SINNERS WITH MAPS

[VERSE 1] You’re no saint — you’re the stain on the carpet You’re no sinner — you just never admit it You’re a busted halo in a bargain bin Trading your guilt for another cheap grin [CHORUS] Every saint’s got a past they buried Every sinner’s got a future carried You’re the wreck that refuses to crash Lighting fires in your own trash [VERSE 2] You’ve carved your name in the walls of regret You’ve lit your fuse, but it hasn’t blown yet You’re one spark away from a total collapse Still drawing maps out of all your mishaps [BRIDGE] Saints fall down Sinners stand up Flip the script Spill the cup No redemption No damnation Just a riot In transformation [FINAL CHORUS] Every saint’s got a past — yeah, they’re faking perfection Every sinner’s got a future — yeah, they’re breaking direction You’re the loud, the lost, the one who refuses To be defined by the worst you’ve been through