Lyrics:
the mirror
As you prepare for sainthood
You're so good at faking altruism
Between your mouth and soul there's such a schism
But do you believe that we've been
of a lot
I believe most people are good
And most mamas oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium
of a lot
I believe most people are good
And most mamas oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium
broken and small i'd sacrifice all
For sainthood and sanctuary
After I sought protection
The saviors broke my bones
Lost streets that I remember
Now lie
and it's good
Living like I'm in the Hollywood
And you know I'm not a sainthood
Coz my business doing really good
Raised on Russian streets now I'm
When I die I’ll be a legend
Sainthood, up in heaven
Bet my Gucci halo present
Always glow up in a session
You versus me no competition
North
You've got the growt
From eating salty trout you drowned
You know what that's about
You're bound to sainthood
Oh you've got your King
Fuck, fuck,
lives
This will end in blood
It's a question of the rood
This will end in blood
It's a question of the fucking sainthood
We want to kill and take some
Sainthood is circumstantial
I am you you are me
Reflection
Deflection
Obsession
Direction?
Surely you have
Another
Correction
Circumstantial
Stop trying for sainthood
We all stand in judgment some day
You just sit in your chair
Wishing someone was there
To tell you what you think is right
the sainthood and the cruel
Everybody's still somebody's fool
You took me to the land
My knees, and then my hands, they followed
I heard you slept with
should cry about it
You should feel how I felt
We'll heal, but not yet
Yeah you should cry about it
No sainthood for sinners
No justice I'm bitter
I guess
don't feel the same
There's no purple rain
There's no Charlemagne
It's a theology
With no Sainthood
With no Empire
There's no purple rain
There's no
that plummeting descent it won't be me who lets you know.
I don't suppose I'll be beatified. It's safe to say the sainthood's out of reach. How can
further from my sainthood
Burning lack of childhood
Falling further towards my death
The queen feasts on bones and flesh
Reaching out with legs covered in
There's no safe word in suffering, fools hang from martyr trees
There's no sainthood in servitude, rise from your broken knees
Moving faster, always towards
your sacrilege
For your sainthood
For your sainthood
And will you be there at the end of the world?
There's a dagger sticking out your back
You only
trying so hard
Not to really want you
And your bloody sainthood
Oh your divinity only makes me feel dirty
Your heart full of goodness
Speaks to my devil
choice
And surely she would answer
To such a very hopeless voice
I practiced all my sainthood
I gave to one and all
But the rumors of my virtue
sainthood?
Do you run when it's just getting good?
Or do you, do you, do you, do you
Someone get popsicles
Someone's gotta do something 'bout this heat
you looking for sainthood?
Do you run when it's just getting good?
Or do you, do you, do you, do you, wooh
(Tututututututututu)
Someone get
go
For goodness sake
I guess old habits are hard to break
The trouble with sainthood, darlin'
You know it's tough comin down
But you've been doin it,
let em go
For goodness sake
I guess old habits are hard to break
The trouble with sainthood, darlin'
You know its tough comin' down
But you've
choice
And maybe he would answer
To such a hopeless voice
I practiced all my sainthood
I gave to one and all
But the rumors of my virtue
They moved
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