SAINTS DON’T BLEED

Polish the halos

Hide the stains

White robes walking through rivers of red

Clean hands preaching words they never bled

Pointing up with a knife behind their backs

Selling mercy in perfectly wrapped attacks

You draw the line, decide who’s damned

From towers built on stolen hands

You claim the light, you own the truth

But shadows bow and follow you

Saints don’t bleed, at least not on the floor

They wash their sins behind locked doors

They speak of love, they sharpen teeth

Say they’re holy ‘cause saints don’t bleed

Saints don’t bleed, they never fall

They judge from thrones above us all

If purity means never seeing

The blood you spill, then keep believing

Halo cracked but painted gold

Same old lies, just louder told

You fear the dirt beneath your skin

So you burn the proof and call it sin

Hands held high, eyes looking down

You pray for peace, you feed the hounds

If heaven’s built on who you crush

Then I’ll rot free in honest dust

Saints don’t bleed, at least not on the floor

They wash their sins behind locked doors

They speak of love, they sharpen teeth

Say they’re holy ‘cause saints don’t bleed

Saints don’t bleed, they never fall

They judge from thrones above us all

If purity means never seeing

The blood you spill, then keep believing

Who decides?

WHO DECIDES?

Who’s clean?

WHO LIES?

If saints don’t bleed—

WHO PAID THE PRICE?

I trust the scars I can see

More than crowns that promise me

If your god needs blood to stay pure

Then your god is not my cure

Saints don’t bleed, they just erase

Every sin from their own face

They call it faith, they call it law

I call it fear dressed up as god

Saints don’t bleed, so they pretend

That the line was never crossed

If holiness means spotless hands

Then mine are honest at the cost

Saints don’t bleed—

But we do.