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