[Intro] Before the first question, the answer was already sung. Before we found our own voices, we were forged in the holy hum. [Verse 1] Four years old in the second pew Told the sky was watching everything I do Painted stained-glass borders on a pristine mind Called it sanctuary, kept the windows blind Taught to fear the dark before I knew the light Traded natural wonder for a prescribed fright Spelling out salvation with a wooden ruler Every quiet question made the sanctuary cooler [Chorus] We were forged in the holy hum Told to quiet down before the dawn could come Built a life on a phantom thread Counting up the debts of the long since dead Now the temple crumbles, but the years won't wait And the truth stood naked thirty years too late Oh, the blueprint was a wire cage Written in an ancient, gilded page [Verse 2] Silver chalice with a rusted rim Praise the silence when the lights grow dim Curated guilt handed down through blood Drowning early reason in a holy flood They traded eternity for instant control Put a velvet collar on a breathing soul Now the hair turns gray and the curtain parts Looking at the wreckage of infected hearts [Chorus] We were forged in the holy hum Told to quiet down before the dawn could come Built a life on a phantom thread Counting up the debts of the long since dead Now the temple crumbles, but the years won't wait And the truth stood naked thirty years too late Oh, the blueprint was a wire cage Written in an ancient, gilded page [Bridge] Some wake up at thirty, some at seventy-two Staring at the ceiling where the gods once flew It was all manufactured, timber and lead A ghost story whispered to a child in bed Too late to reclaim the unlived years Too late to unlearn the ancestral fears [Chorus] We were forged in the holy hum Told to quiet down before the dawn could come Built a life on a phantom thread Counting up the debts of the long since dead Now the temple crumbles, but the years won't wait And the truth stood naked thirty years too late Oh, the blueprint was a wire cage Written in an ancient, gilded page [Outro] The holy hum fell quiet The morning found me old The door was finally open But not the years it stole [End] ©Quantum Soul 2026 All rights reserved
