Broken Saints
Hell Calls Me
Broken Saints
Verse 1
We slipped through the iron hymn of rain,
into a chapel stitched with shame.
Where saints in stone with hollow eyes
still remember how love dies.
Their marble hands are cracked and torn,
like prayers too tired to be reborn.
We light no candles, speak no vow,
just breathe in what is forbidden now.
Pre-Chorus
And I swear the faces on the wall
lean closer when they hear us call…
Chorus
In the cathedral of broken saints,
love is carved in desperate shapes.
We don’t belong, but we remain,
two outcasts learning sacred pain.
And every night the statues change—
like they’re watching us, rearranging fate.
In the silence where heaven breaks…
we fall in love with the broken saints.
Verse 2
You trace a halo in the dust,
say even stone can learn to trust.
I laugh, but something in me shakes,
like every relic starts to wake.
A saint with eyes once turned to stone
now looks like they are less alone.
Another’s hands begin to shift—
as if they’re blessing what we give.
Pre-Chorus
The cathedral breathes beneath the floor,
like it’s been waiting for this war…
Chorus
In the cathedral of broken saints,
love is carved in desperate shapes.
We don’t belong, but we remain,
two outcasts learning sacred pain.
And every night the statues change—
like they’re watching us, rearranging fate.
In the silence where heaven breaks…
we fall in love with the broken saints.
Bridge
If love is sin, then let it stain
these marble halls and shattered frames.
Let every saint forget their name,
if it means we don’t walk away.
Final Chorus
In the cathedral of broken saints,
we learn that holiness decays.
But in your hands I find my place,
a faith that never needed grace.
And when the dawn begins to fade,
the statues smile like they’re unafraid—
as if they finally understand…
what it means to hold someone’s hand.
Outro
Stone by stone, they start to change…
and so do we… in broken saints.