I ain’t your saint, I’m the glitch in your prayer,
tattooed my name on the back of despair.
I bloom in the dark where the roses ain’t red,
paint truth in poison, watch angels drop dead.
Fake love’s a drug—snort it, bleed, forget,
I’m the scream in your dream you ain’t woken up yet.
Cross me once, I’ll ghost in your head,
differ, explicit, alive till I’m dead.