st. meurte Lyrics

Coffee and cigarettes, Saint Muerte and me

We're going down to Mexico, where he'll never find me

He said I was his messiah, he said I brought him peace

But peace is overrated, unless you're the one on your knees

Watch me rage, the world is my stage, I do it with grace

Don't call me babe, chaos is my name, it's me who you praise

My love controls the waters, my passion is a fire

I speak in violent breezes, from my body bores desire

Upon arrival in Manzunte, I met the princess of the moon

She said the end was coming, but don't you cry so soon

I'll sing the blues, in my dancing shoes, got nothing to lose

If you want truth, I got news for you, you'll never be soothed

The blue sky turned to ash and I sat silent with the blind

Felt the rhythm of the mother and the brilliance of design

Although the earth was shaking, I put on my Sunday best

I could be the saviour but I'll flee the first chance I get

Born to run, born of the sun, the way, and the one

A fool for fun, the games have begun, human hit and run

In Tenochtitlan, my martyrdom didn't serve me well

They said "Burn the witch, walk and talk like this," on your way down to hell

They don't want my miracles, but maybe when I'm dead

They'll finally meet the genius whose been living in my head

When they are cruel, I still play it cool, it's my golden rule

Don't blame me, if I start to scream, when you're not listening

So I climb Popocatepetl with mezcal on my tongue

I try to fight the boredom, but I got no discipline

So I sit and smile in my exile, he won't be my captor tonight

The only prison that I'm trapped in is the one of my own design

Watch me rage, my brain is my stage, I don't feel safe

Don't call me babe, chaos is my name, I can't be saved