The Secondside - Saints Lyrics

And if you say "I can't be saved," then I will do whatever it takes
If that's what you say
I'll hop the fence, open the gate
Just to lose the keys and lie to your face
I've got no saving grace

I'll become everything you hate, right under your nose, my scent drifts away
Smoke the corners with sage anyway, up past the windows, the doorways
Up past the stairs and to the left, inside an attic, a leash is kept
With the collar ripped from the neck
A panic attack, a shortened breath

And if you say "I can't be saved," then I will do whatever it takes
If that's what you say

I'll be a saint

Inhale for five
Hold for five
Exhale for five
Rest for five