Title: “Sinner’s Buffet” Verse 1 Candles flicker in the hollow nave, Stained glass saints don’t look the same. Pews are full but the air feels thin, Confessions stall on practiced lips of sin. Hymns are sung with a forked tongue, Hands raised high, hearts weighed down. Something stirs beneath the floor, An ancient hunger knocking at the door. Pre-Chorus You can dress the lie in holy clothes, But the dark still knows what the dark still knows. Chorus Welcome to the Sinner’s Buffet, Where the proud are served on silver plates. From the pit it crawls, it knows your name, Feasts on hearts that won’t repent. You can fake the faith, you can play the part, But it smells the rot inside your heart. When the doors are closed and the truth is met, Repent—or be the Sinner’s Buffet. Verse 2 It wears no crown, it speaks no lies, It only mirrors what you hide. Born of fire, shadow, and blame, It feeds on guilt you never name. It walks the aisles, slow and patient, Past empty vows and false salvation. It doesn’t touch the broken who kneel, Only the ones who refuse to feel. Pre-Chorus Mercy waits with open hands, But time runs thin like falling sand. Chorus Welcome to the Sinner’s Buffet, Where the proud are served on silver plates. From the pit it crawls, it knows your name, Feasts on hearts that won’t repent. You can fake the faith, you can play the part, But it smells the rot inside your heart. When the doors are closed and the truth is met, Repent—or be the Sinner’s Buffet. Bridge Fall to your knees, tear down the throne, The one where you crowned yourself alone. Grace is a fire that purifies, But it won’t force open closed-off eyes. The altar’s still stained with blood and love, Hope still reaches from above. One breath, one cry, one honest plea— Repentance is your only key. Breakdown (low, ominous) It doesn’t want the lost who weep, It wants the wolves who preach in sheep. Pride is the spice, denial the wine, Hypocrisy makes the feast divine. Final Chorus This is the Sinner’s Buffet, Last call echoes through the gates. From the pit it rose, but hear this truth: It has no power over humbled you. Break your pride, lay down your heart, Let the light tear the dark apart. There’s still a chance—don’t waste it yet, Repent… or be the Sinner’s Buffet. Outro The bells still ring, the door stands wide, Choose mercy now—or be devoured by pride.
