Sainted Millions

(album: Hestia - 2021)

We are the sainted millions where the howling black birds fly
Hand in hand we walk on through while the tracers pass us by
We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools
So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes

Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The writings on the granet read so trite and insincere
What do ya feel ya missed about the dash between the years?

Well, I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night
The more you see, the more you grow from Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows

And I wouldn't trade it for another, and I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand

Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know
Cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row
Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole

But it's not the end that we need to revive
It's your compatriot's remembrances that make you come alive
The more you see, the more you grow from Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows

And I wouldn't trade it for another, and I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand

Sleeping sainted millions, can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear
You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year

And the song in your head is a personified lie
There's comfort in a bottle and there's comfort in a sky
With all the time you'll wash away you'll fall in line and joined the ranks
Of those who lived and died among their day

And I wouldn't trade it for another, and I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand
And I wouldn't trade it for another, and I would do it all again
And I would treat it like a lover, runaway and take it by the hand