Saints of Convenience

Yeah. Look at you. Halo on layaway. Spine in storage. You only get brave when the verdict feels shared when the room leans your way and the outcome is aired you don't throw a punch, you domesticate blame put a leash on the language, then call it humane You like your truth with a padded floor with a sponsor, a slogan, a side door all that moral fire in a rented throat every sermon you deliver got a legal note You want blood, not blame want smoke, not heat want the body on record with your hands still clean you call it growth when you duck the cost call it “choosing peace” when a backbone's lost You don't stand for anything, you stand where clapping lives where the safest lie survives and the weakest grin gets lit you could watch a house burn, sell concern, then post a thread about the danger of the match while you hide who struck the head You don't walk on eggshells you upholster the fall turn a public takedown into language then act like mercy made the call you need six soft witnesses and a headline built to fit 'cause your courage needs permission or your soul won't sit in it You need a crowd to grow a conscience need a trend to find your tongue every halo that you polish comes pre-fitted, pre-approved Saints of convenience holy when it's cheap lions on a livestream lambs when things get deep saints of convenience pure behind the glass you never had a principle you just learned which face to mask You got the cleanest kind of evil pressed and folded, dry all “I'm asking questions” with a knife behind the eye all “we should be careful” all “let's wait and see” translation, let somebody else get hit before it gets to me You wear restraint like it's wisdom wear delay like it's grace but that's just fear in formal clothing with expensive ways to phrase it you don't love the truth you love plausible retreat love the little polished exits cowards call “maturity” You ain't righteous, you're weatherproof you ain't deep, you're hard to pin you built an ethic out of exits and a talent for folding in every cause becomes a costume every wound becomes a stage every “never again” expires when it threatens your wage Your whole soul sounds focus-grouped your anger comes pre-cleaned you'd sell your teeth for one more smile if the room called it redeemed you got a doctorate in flinching with a minor in disguise every time the truth walks in you look down and fix your tie You need a crowd to grow a conscience need a trend to find your tongue every halo that you polish comes pre-fitted, pre-approved Saints of convenience holy when it's cheap lions on a livestream lambs when things get deep saints of convenience pure behind the glass you never had a principle you just learned which face to mask No scars no loss no stake no bruise just the pose just the quote just the angle you can use No price no risk no weight no proof just another spotless coward calling cowardice the truth Say it when the room turns hostile say it where the cameras don't say it with no choir behind you say it where applause just won't Say it to a face with power say it where a favor dies let me see that halo glowing when it isn't fed by likes Saints of convenience holy when it's cheap lions on a livestream lambs when things get deep saints of convenience pure behind the glass you never had a principle you just learned which face to mask Saints of convenience grace sold by the sheet all your morals need permission all your courage needs receipts saints of convenience glory by demand you only wear a conscience when it flatters where you stand Amen. Now smile for the angle.