"I wrote 'Sunday Saints' after a week of dealing with industry people who smiled in my face and then talked behind my back. It's a song about the masks we wear to survive." - Alex
The music industry, and honestly, the modern world in general, is built on a foundation of polite lies. We shake hands with people holding daggers behind their backs, and we scroll through feeds full of curated perfection while the real world burns. Sunday Saints was born from the pure exhaustion of playing that game.
When Alex brought these lyrics to the rehearsal space, the instrumental arrangement naturally followed that feeling of restrained anger. The verses are tense, creeping, and almost whisper-like, building up the pressure bar by bar until the chorus finally snaps and the distortion kicks in.
It's physically exhausting to sing live because Alex has to tap into that exact, visceral anger every single time he steps up to the mic. Shouting lines like "Plastic halos, paper crowns..." isn't just a vocal performance; it’s our collective middle finger to a society obsessed with appearances and fake piety.
It’s a reminder to keep your circle small, keep your intentions authentic, and keep your noise loud.
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