Yanalie - Party Saints Lyrics

[Intro]
Chemical saints in my bloodstream tonight
Studio walls closing in, but it feels so right
Three days deep, can't tell wrong from right
Svenska demoner dancing in strobe lights

[Verse 1]
Pop another pill, wash it down with sin
Trapped inside this booth where the spirits begin
Erik found me talking to the mixing board
Three days no sleep, man, I'm feeling like a lord
Stockholm underground taught me how to fly
Marcus said "push it 'til you nearly die"
Now I'm seeing shadows crawl across the wall
While these trap beats make the prophet in me call

[Chorus]
I'm possessed by the pills that I take
Three days in, man, I'm finally awake
Demons speaking through my microphone
Turn my breakdown into Stockholm's holy tone
Holy tone, holy tone
Svenska demoner won't leave me alone

[Verse 2]
Folk samples twisted like my f*cking mind
Sipping whiskey 'til the truth I find
Call it art, call it self-destruction
Living life without any introduction
Underground prophets with chemical dreams
Nothing's ever really what it seems
Studio confession, digital priest
Making hits while I'm fighting with these beasts

[Bridge]
They say I lost it, but I found my way
Through this haze, through this chemical maze
Every track is a prayer I can't take back
Every line is another panic attack

[Chorus]
I'm possessed by the pills that I take
Three days in, man, I'm finally awake
Demons speaking through my microphone
Turn my breakdown into Stockholm's holy tone
Holy tone, holy tone
Svenska demoner won't leave me alone

[Outro]
Lock me in this booth and throw away the key
These demons make the dopest melodies
Chemical saints in my bloodstream tonight
Svenska demoner dancing in strobe lights