Saint Dirty Face

Saint Dirty Face

The alley was always waiting.

Dark walls. Old ghosts.

Me and the wolf… we knew the way.

I gave a fuck once.

Too many times.

Every time—it cost me.

Took me for granted.

Chewed me up.

Spit me out.

They loved me when I bled for them.

They cursed me when I stopped.

That’s the trick, kid.

The moment you say fuck it—

you stop being their savior…

and start being their villain.

They don’t want wolves.

They want sheepdogs.

Polite. Controlled.

Snarling only on command.

I was never a sheepdog.

I was born with fangs.

So I let the world talk.

Cold.

Selfish.

The bad guy.

Fine.

Let ‘em whisper.

Let ‘em choke on their halos.

The wolf walks free when the chains break.

That’s the only law that matters.

My law.

Fuck it.

Closer

Fool me once, shame on me.

Fool me twice? Fuck you.

✊🏻 Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious.

– Saint Dirty Face