I'm the one you betrayed
Suffocate all the fame
Life eternal spent conjuring your ghost
Here in death, I agree
With the selfish and free
Trust is nothing but a knife across your throat
The end is coming for us
We fire it all
So get your hands
(hands!) up
(up!)
Pray for the holy ones
Your words are more than enough
To break the walls for the flood
Hands
(hands!) up
(up!)
Pray to the skies above
Your fear is left in the dust
We are the saints of the blood
In my circle of shame
Here alone lay His name
More than truth is left dead beneath the cross
Every night we obey
Justice has to be paid
Through the evil that comes from all the calls
The end is coming for us
We fire it all
So get your hands
(hands!) up
(up!)
Pray for the holy ones
Your words are more than enough
To break the walls for the flood
Hands
(hands!) up
(up!)
Pray to the skies above
Your fear is left in the dust
We are the saints of the blood
(Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh)
We are the saints of the blood
(Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh)
We are the saints of the blood
(We are, we are
We are, we are
We are, we are)
We are the saints of the blood
(We are, we are
We are, we are
We are, we are)
The saints of the blood
The end is coming for us
We fire it all
So get your hands
(hands!) up
(up!)
Pray for the holy ones
Your words are more than enough
To break the walls for the flood
Hands
(hands!) up
(up!)
Pray to the skies above
Your fear is left in the dust
We are the saints of the blood
(Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh)
We are the saints of the blood
(Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh)
We are the saints of the blood
Writer(s): Jeremy Ferguson, Jacob Pitts, Andrew Dennis Biersack, Inna Logvin Pitts
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