Saint Nothing (Live in Santa Fe)

[Verse 1]
Lift, lift your head
Myth, so pristine and white with age
Walk with me, speak to me

[Verse 2]
Saint, I don't know your name
But your voice, so strong, speaks through the glass, speaks through the ground
An empty phrase, a hollow sound

[Verse 3]
Calm, quite severe
Leave the throng, your mind so clear, you feel no pain
An end so near, you taste the blood

[Outro]
How long? How long?
How long? How long?