Saints and sinners
Saints and sinners
We are all alike
Saints become sinners
Sinners become saints
Sinners become sinners
Spiraling out of control
Another one bites the dust
Young and old
It's what we are told
How we are treated
Blood runs cold
Another substance
Runs through the veins
Like a cold river of erased memories
Until the shame peeps through the cracks again.
We are all alike
Saints become sinners
Sinners become saints
Sinners become sinners
Spiraling out of control
Another one bites the dust
Young and old
It's what we are told
How we are treated
Blood runs cold
Another substance
Runs through the veins
Like a cold river of erased memories
Until the shame peeps through the cracks again.