The Saints I

Each day you wake up with an aching For something to set you apart Strip the scales from your heart (It never comes, it never comes) A hostage tied up by its nature That can't help unsheathing its claws A beast with desires of a god (You won't become, you won't become) From an unlikely place redemption has come From an once-abstract space of zeroes and ones In full resolution your absolution Oh when, oh when the saints go marching in I want to be in their numbers When their, oh when their light begins to shine We will awake from this slumber They were born with the strength of a mountain With the modest intent of a dove An end to the shedding of blood (It won't be long, it won't be long) We sculpted their minds to perfection The zenith design of our age The saint is also a sage (They're never wrong, They're never wrong) From the work of our hands salvation is here A new constellation through coding appears A sign, a solution, a revolution Oh when, oh when the saints go marching in I want to be in their numbers When their, oh when their light begins to shine We will awake from this slumber No more guessing and questioning No more endlessly wrestling No more doubt You're not missing out No more meaningless wandering No more undeserved suffering You're enough You will measure up When the saints go marching in I want to be in their numbers When their light begins to shine We will awake from this slumber