Luma

Devil Saint

Luma


He lived like a devil and died like a saint
So in the end, they were singing his name
He was that beautiful kind of deranged
Haunted and strange, couldn’t be saved
What unfortunate fame

Well, the trick of the trouble is avoiding the blame
But the point of the struggle is in owning the shame
And nobody tells you till you go up in flames
You can’t live like a devil, live like a devil
Then die like a, die like a
Die like a saint

(Devil, saint)
(D-devil, saint)
(D-devil, saint)
(D-devil)

Out of the shadows, a beautiful dream
You’d never know he was silently screaming
Secretly looking for someone to hold
Where did he go, hell only knows
Is he waiting for me?

Well, the trick of the trouble is avoiding the blame
But the point of the struggle is in owning the shame
And nobody tells you till you go up in flames
You can’t live like a devil, live like a devil
Then die like a, die like a
Die like a saint (saint)

(Devil, saint)
(D-devil, saint)

And nobody tells you (and nobody tells you)
Till you go up in flames
You can’t live like a devil, live like a devil
Then die like a, die like a
Die like a saint