They built a clock from teeth

and fed it our names

Now every small dream

comes back in chains

The market blesses hunger

Then sells you the bowl

I watch good people fold

into rentable souls

Oh, the mirror won’t answer

Oh, it only repeats

Oh, we learned to call it living

When we’re half asleep

Sing me down

Paper saints, paper saints

We burn so clean

Paper saints, paper saints

Oh, we laugh and break

Under borrowed names

Paper saints, paper saints

The church on the corner

got a neon cure

The man in the pulpit

looked almost sure

Kids with their phones out

kneel to the screen

Counting their ghosts

in a machine-made dream

Oh, the sky keeps its distance

Oh, the ground won’t stay kind

Oh, we ask for a sign

Then swallow the lie

Hold me now

Paper saints, paper saints

We shine and sink

Paper saints, paper saints

Oh, we reach for grace

With our hands still stained

Paper saints, paper saints

If nothing is sacred

then why do we kneel?

If truth is a wound

then why does it heal?

I met my shadow

by the river of glass

It said, “You are the answer

and the questions don’t last”

Burn it out

Paper saints, paper saints

We make our crowns

Paper saints, paper saints

Oh, the void looks back

And it knows our names

Paper saints, paper saints

Paper saints, paper saints

Paper saints, paper saints