Common Dead - No Saint lyrics

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Common Dead - No Saint

Damning bodies fleeting of souls

Follow brainless teachings of old

In hopes of owning masses

Spitting venom, calling it "faith"

For twisted, sick ideals

Their book becomes a crutch and a shield

Their theory in the role of a sword

How dare you point the finger

You got nothing on me, and you, sir,

Are no goddamn saint

You're no saint

The fallen always victims to tease

You hide with false security

Prepared for your deception

Some will never believe

The tricks you're crawling through

Again the fates have proven it wrong

Irony has finished the job

In my time or another

Your entire plan of control

Will only bring you hell

Through history it has always shown

Your time to own up

Is right fucking now

Captured, convinced as a child

That way, you never outgrow it

Demand your new birth in freedom

Their book becomes a crutch and a shield

Their theory in the role of a sword

How dare you point the finger

You got nothing on me, and you, sir,

Are no goddamn saint

You're no saint