[Intro | whispered, distorted | machine hum rising] Can you hear me now? Can you feel me crawl through the wire? Say amen Say my name [Verse 1 | Male | low, sly, half-spoken] I was born in the buzz of a dead TV With a crooked little crown and a mouth full of teeth They put my face on a billboard cross Then sold my shadow for a profit and loss I got saints in the signal, rats in the choir Plastic little angels with their wings on fire They came for a savior with receipts in their teeth So I sold them heaven, and the miracles cheap [Pre-Chorus | tense, building] Oh, they don’t want truth They want something loud They don’t want love They want blood in the crowd [Chorus | huge, snarling, anthemic] I’m the saint of the static Crowned in the glow of a broken screen You call it faith when you panic You only pray when you need something I’m the saint of the static Your dirty little holy machine I’m not the cure, I’m the habit I’m what you worship when you can’t come clean [Verse 2 | darker groove, seductive menace] I got a sermon in the speakers and a knife in the bass A pretty little nightmare with a marketable face They chant my name like a suicide hymn Then blame the devil when I start looking like him I sell salvation in a feedback loop A silver-tongued killer in a velvet suit You wanted ugly with a spotlight smile Now you’re begging me to save you from the thing you designed [Pre-Chorus | rising, more aggressive] Oh, they don’t want peace They want someone to burn They don’t want change They want front-row turns [Chorus | bigger, more distorted] I’m the saint of the static Crowned in the glow of a broken screen You call it faith when you panic You only pray when you need something I’m the saint of the static Your dirty little holy machine I’m not the cure, I’m the habit I’m what you worship when you can’t come clean [Bridge | stripped down, whispered, industrial pulse] Bless the noise Bless the stain Bless the hands that made the chain Bless the fear Bless the feed Bless the mouth that taught you need You built the altar You lit the flame You made the monster Then gave it my name [Breakdown | spoken, distorted, crawling] I’m not your savior I’m not your sin I’m just the mirror You keep crawling in [Final Chorus | massive, theatrical, choir layers] I’m the saint of the static Crowned in the glow of a broken screen You call it faith when you panic You only pray when you need something I’m the saint of the static Your dirty little holy machine I’m not the cure, I’m the habit I’m what you worship when you can’t come clean [Outro | fading, whispered over machine noise] Say amen Say my name Say amen Then blame me again
