"Saints In The Panic Room" lyrics

"Saints In The Panic Room"

"Big man" judging my skin
Scrolled through the saints with plastic grins
Fed on the ads, starved for sin, full on the weak
God's away, left us fending for ourselves
Our people, our crowds, there's no surrender

No, you won't ever know our names
Yet we still bleed the same

My mother cried
My father yelled
"They'll take you too"
They might as well
This garden of Eden
A washed up tale
Earth's living proof
We live in Hell

Can't pledge to stolen land
Built on backs you couldn't stand
Who we are
This ain't pride, it's how we live
Ain't no shame in what we give
Who we are

Who we are
Who we are
Who we are
Who we are
No more fear as we defy
There's no need to justify what they think
Who we are
Loud and clear, we multiply
Watch it burn, we unify, we won't sink
Who we are
No more fear as we defy
There's no need to justify what they think
Who we are
Loud and clear, we multiply
Watch it burn, we unify, we won't sink
Who we are

My father cried
My mother yelled
"They'll take you too"
They might as well
This garden of Eden
A washed up tale
Earth's living proof
We live in Hell


Writer(s): Bryan Torres, Ernest Gutierrez, Jhon Reyes, Tony Rangel Iii, Zachary Tuch
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