Fuck The Saints, Save The Sinners

The good ones hid behind their perfect little lies, Watching from the windows while the world capsized. They said “love thy neighbor” then locked every door, Left the broken bleeding on a cold concrete floor. They crowned themselves holy on a throne of fear, Preaching empty scripture no one needed to hear. And when the night came hungry, you and I stood tall— ’Cause sinners like us don’t run when the shadows call. They told us heaven’s earned by the pure and the brave, But all their halos cracked When they refused to save. **So fuck the saints—save the sinners like us, The ones in the ashes, covered in dust. We bleed for real while they hide behind light, But angels fall hard when they’re scared of the night. Yeah, fuck the saints—let their kingdoms rust, We’re the ones who crawled up out of the flood. We fight, we burn, but we’re strong enough— So fuck the saints… And save the sinners like us.** They judged our scars like they’ve never been cut, Whispered “unworthy” while their own doors shut. But you stood with me when the whole world broke, Held my shaking hands through the fire and smoke. We carried bodies through the siren storms, Sheltered the lost when the saints stayed warm. They pray for mercy while we hold the line— ’Cause sinners like us keep the damn world alive. I’m done with prophets Who won’t taste the pain. You earn your truth When you walk through the flames. **So fuck the saints—save the sinners like us, The ones in the ashes, covered in dust. We bleed for real while they hide behind light, But angels fall hard when they’re scared of the night. Yeah, fuck the saints—let their kingdoms rust, We’re the ones who crawled up out of the flood. We fight, we burn, but we’re strong enough— So fuck the saints… And save the sinners like us.** Let the saints keep their crowns If they want to feel tall— We built our strength From surviving the fall. They preach about grace From a place that’s safe, But sinners like us Are the ones who stayed. **Fuck the saints—save the sinners like us, The ones who stood firm when the world combust. We walked through hell with our fists held high, While they covered their fear with a well-written lie. Yeah, fuck the saints—let their halos rust, We rose from the rubble, built from dust. We’re broken, we’re real, and that’s enough— So fuck the saints… And save the sinners like us.** “If sin is surviving… then I’ll proudly confess.”