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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, oh
Saint Roger is on my back
Hey, oh
His your man, don't turn back
Chapel doors creak like a warning drum
Whisper my name like the night's undone
Footprints vanish in the ghost wind smoke
Feel like heaven letting no vows chose
Ashes on Saint Roger when the moon goes red
I've been running from the words we left unsaid
Love turns ghosts into midnight cars
Meet me in the ashes on Saint Roger
Candles flicker like a failed confession
Every breath burned like a past possession
You're a hymn with a scar and a quiet plea
A shadow in the darkness to follow me
Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh
It's on my heart, it's on my breath
Saint Roger's no lyric kind of death
Oh, they, they
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Cold wind cutting through the candle smoke
Feel a pulse in the ground every step I poke
Tombstones lean like they trying to heal
But a man confesses when his sins get near
Oh, they, they
Halo crack, but it still might shine
If the saints don't claim what was almost mine
I've been running from the truth, but the truth don't stop
It follows like a hymn through the blocks of rock
Got a goose on my back and a vow in my jaw
Ain't nothing more real than a midnight flow
Oh, they, they, they, they, they
Graveyard breath hitting sharp like steel
St. Ross testing what a man calls real
Ash on my tongue tastes bitter with blame
But I spit that fire till it calls my name
Midnight's edge got a razor's grin
Cutting every ghost that I carry within
I ain't praying for grace