No more will the angels sing their songs
They played God, but their wings were not that strong
Now the sword is through their ears
Smited by grey light though their souls were clear
We walk on cobblestones of greed
The greenest envy is filled with glee
Innocence may free the man of toll
But on his path to justice take his soul
I'm not a saint, don't follow me
I'm not a saint, don't follow me
When the sun sees stars and the world cannot see
I don't believe you'll follow me
I'm not a saint, don't follow me
I'm not a saint, don't follow me
When the sun sees stars and the world cannot see
I don't believe you'll follow me