Dead Confederate - Tortured-Artist Saint lyrics

She's a cold b**h in honest company Cut you with lies and lead you on She carries knives instead of necklaces Her eyes gleam at the spire you're on She'd steal the stone that's on your grave She's no one's tortured artist saint Just turn your back and give her an easy way To take what you need and give what you don't Just give some time and know you might conquer this Waste of a life to call your own