Self-made Sainthood (AI song)

Описание: Self-made Sainthood Lyrics

Verse 1

You paint your pain in gold like a masterpiece,
Hold it up high so the world can see.
Every scar you trace is a spotlight cue,
Every step you take is a “look what I’ve been through.”

You twist every truth just to fit your script,
Play the savior role like you’re heaven-sent.
But every line you speak is a guilt-trip blade—
I'm done being cut by the mess you made.

Pre-Chorus

Your halo’s cracking,
Your act is showing—
I’m done reacting
To wounds you’re growing.

Chorus

I’m sick of your self-made sainthood—
The martyr act you play so good.
You keep bleeding on me
Just to prove you could.
You want the blame, you want the stage—
Everything’s a tragedy you’ve arranged.
I won’t be chained
To your self-made sainthood.

Verse 2

You love the echo of your own despair,
Every whispered sigh is a signal flare.
You build your story like a throne of smoke—
Then cry out loud when you start to choke.

You weaponize your wounds like a loaded truth,
Aim ‘em at the ones who once trusted you.
You want sympathy? I’m tapped out, drained—
I won’t feed the fire of your fake pain.

Pre-Chorus

Your halo’s cracking,
Your act is showing—
I’m done reacting
To wounds you’re growing.

Chorus

I’m sick of your self-made sainthood
The martyr act you play so good.
You keep bleeding on me
Just to prove you could.
You want the blame, you want the stage—
Everything’s a tragedy you’ve arranged.
I won’t be chained
To your self-made sainthood.

Bridge

I won’t be the crutch
You break again.
I won’t take the weight
Of the lies you spin.
I won’t drown inside
Your narrative—
This isn’t life,
It’s a role you live.

Final Chorus

I’m sick of your self-made sainthood—
The martyr act you play so good.
You keep bleeding on me
Just to prove you could.
You want the blame, you want the stage—
Everything’s a tragedy you’ve arranged.
I won’t be chained—
I won’t be chained
To your self-made sainthood.