Saint from Moth by Rade

Tracklist

4.	Saint	2:48

Lyrics

The Saint's gonna die
did Job wanna lie?
If God doesn't try
no one's gonna fly

Started at the birth
Darted down to Earth
Flirted with the mirth
skirted out the girth

Thwarted out the Gold
courted in the cold
risen out the mold
telling whats been told

booted up the drive
muted all the hive
swarming out alive
stinging parasites

conquest eminent
request opponent
cut me vertically
shut me carnally