Текст песни Saint XCVII - Of Methodist

Paint me
On the walls of your cathedrals
And come praise me
Because my martyrdom is holy
Don't forsake me, love another hate me
Turn your back and shut the door

You know that I hate it
Things I say underappreciated
Only say what's in my heart I mean it
You know I would die for you

But calm it down I'm thinking way too hard
Running out of ways to breathe
Hoping for the day you'll look for me
Boys like me could only dream

Said you thought that I could be your saint
But baby I'm not able in this state
Nineteen ninety seven baby age
Made it hard to win you in your game
But baby its too late I'm in your dark cloud
Coming over churches know we're young but
Our thunder is relentless
Know we fucked up, I'm your fuck up
Lingering in you but, you still refuse to clear the air for us
So i'll answer the prayers for you
Be the bigger man between us too
In no time I'll go quiet for you
So I can be that saint for you

Saint 97
I'm down I'm your martyr babe
97 I'm down I'm your
Saint 97
I'm down I'm your martyr babe
97 I'm down I'm your

So don't underestimate
When you don't reciprocate
I'll show you that I'm confident
Tell me what you need
Won't be there to hold your feet
Show me that you're confident

You know that I hate it
Things I say underappreciated
Only say what's in my heart I mean it
You know I would die for you

But calm it down I'm thinking way too hard
Running out of ways to breathe
Hoping for the day you'll look for me
Boys like me could only dream

Hold on lover you're sinking in
Into a world that you grew within
Can't you see where this is headed?
Grounded feet