[Instrumental Intro] [Verse] I’m in that old black robe with the candle glow Looking like a warning in a chapel full of gold Red wine lips while I’m laughing with the Pope And you know what he told me Said I walk like fire Talk like smoke Got hell backstage hanging off the ropes Even the devil leaned back slow Saying This bitch just won’t fold [Pre Chorus] Lipstick in holy water Ash on my wings Sweet little serpent with a crown full of kings They keep folding hands I keep walking in Bitch, I own the sin [Chorus] Cathedral smoke in my lungs Black silk under my throat Hell keeps calling my bluff But I keep calling it cold Gold teeth under dim light Red heels crush the coals Got the devil at the table saying Fuck... this bitch just won’t fold [Instrumental drop] [Verse 2] Old me still banging on the basement door Perfume, gasoline, blood on the floor Bad habits dressed in designer clothes Kiss them goodbye Watched them choke The choir sings low in the back of my head Every bad decision left roses in red These ghosts keep reaching for pieces of me Bitch, I buried the feast they were promised to eat [Pre Chorus 2] Black silk halo Cross on my chin Fallen little prophet with a taste for sin They keep calling luck I keep cashing in Let the choir cave in [Chorus 2] Cathedral smoke in my lungs Black silk under my throat Hell keeps calling my bluff But I keep calling it cold Gold teeth under dim light Red heels crush the coals Got the devil at the table saying Shit... this bitch just won’t fold [Instrumental drop] [Bridge] I don't need another sermon. I've heard every one before. None could drown a heartbeat Already louder than war. Redemption missed its moment. The devil knows me more. [Final Chorus] Cathedral smoke in my lungs Crown made out of the cold Hands steady on the wheel While the whole world overloads Ashes falling like snowflakes Saints losing control Got the devil standing up, saying This bitch just won’t fold [Outro] Light your candles Say your prayers Keep the judgments I don't fucking care
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