Saints by Gravenhurst
Saints lyrics
At seventeen I heard my calling
To suffocate with my embrace
Murder ten to save a hundred
Drown the whole world in my faith
From a long line I descended
Immaculate, an empty womb
And the spur is desperation
Maybe God is desperate too
In watermarks and lonely places
A private measurement of time
In made up names and blacked out faces
I will trace my blood line
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