Saint 22

Saint! Saint! Saint! Saint! Saint! Saint! Saint! Saint! Bloody Mary come here and take my soul, There's nothing good in this horrible world Bloody Mary come here and take my soul, There's nothing good in this horrible world Tons of bullshit around myself I saw a saint crying for its god in the rain flying high to the sky hit by the bullets of our eyes Falling apart in the city of hell where the death is the daily bread And god punished me once, with the miracle of the life living a hell, hellfire's prey playing cards with the fate Every time the death have called me came with a gun behind waiting to the moment when I turn my back to shoot me dancing in my corpse screaming loudly "I killed a whore that worst deserved". Proud of myself I prefer crying before I kill myself Kill myself Kill myself Kill myself I kill myself Kill myself Kill myself Kill myself Holy spirit of truth, tell me if my life is good No, is not! No, is not! No, is not! No, is not!