Saint or Fool

Saint or Fool: A Soul's Struggle in the Abyss
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Lyrics

Got your devil on my shoulder

Feeling influenced by negative forces or temptations.

Empty bottle in my hand

Indicates a state of indulgence or reliance on alcohol.

Think the walls are gettin' closer

Sensing increasing pressure or difficulties in life.

Making us weaker, sinking me deeper

External pressures are making the speaker emotionally weaker.


Got your devil on my shoulder

Repetition of the feeling of negative influence and dependence on alcohol.

Empty bottle in my hand

Continuation of the theme of indulgence and pressure.

Think the walls are gettin' closer

Reiteration of the sense of increasing pressure or challenges.

Making us weaker, sinking me deeper

Reinforces the idea that external factors are causing emotional decline.


Nowhere left to run, truth is hard to see

Feeling trapped with limited options, facing a harsh reality.

I'm too far from home, your just what I need

Expressing a need for something, possibly a person, for comfort or support.

Lost myself to you, either your a saint or I'm a fool

Conflicted emotions, suggesting a choice between seeing the person as good (saint) or making a foolish mistake (fool).


I'm gonna drown in holy water

Imagery of drowning in religious symbolism, seeking purification or escape from pain.

Where I feel no pain

Desire for a place or state where emotional pain is absent.

Crown of thorns to remind me

Symbolic reference to suffering and sacrifice.

Suffer the sinner, damn the giver

Suggests consequences for sinners, potentially acknowledging past mistakes.

Dark clouds hanging over you, gonna get what I deserve

Anticipating consequences for one's actions, a sense of impending justice.

Time has come to realize, breaking my spirit

Recognition of the need to face reality and overcome personal challenges.

Chasing my demons

Pursuing personal battles or struggles.


Got your devil on my shoulder

Repetition of the negative influence theme.

Empty bottle in my hand

Reiterating the use of alcohol as a coping mechanism.

Think the walls are gettin' closer

Repetition of the feeling of increasing pressure or confinement.

Making us weaker, sinking me deeper

Continuation of the idea that external factors are causing emotional decline.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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