Saints

I'm sorry, but your story isn’t adding up
Think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut
So I won’t testify the crimes you’re keeping score of
Why don’t you throw me to the wolves? I thought you were one

You were standing there like an angry God
Counting out my sins just to cross them off
Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust
And that my blood couldn’t keep you

My dear
You’re not so innocent
You’re fooling heaven’s gates
So you won’t have to change
You’re no saint, you’re no savior

Your revelations don’t look nothing like the pictures
You read between the lines and don’t stick to the scriptures
You only follow rules if others follow with you
That doesn’t sound too holy, only playing victim

You were standing there like an angry God
Counting out my sins just to cross them off
Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust
And that my blood couldn’t keep you

My dear
You’re not so innocent
You're fooling heaven’s gates
So you won’t have to change
You’re no saint, you’re no savior

So keep your judgement for someone else, I’ve had enough
And keep your judgement for someone else, I’ve had enough
So keep your judgement for someone else, I’ve had enough
And keep your judgement for someone else, I’ve had enough

My dear
You’re not so innocent
You’re fooling heaven’s gates
So you won’t have to change
You’re no saint, you’re no savior