(Verse 1) In the shadow of the steeple, where the red light dies He’s wearing silk and velvet, weaving hollow lies A throne of stolen scripture, built on shifting sand He claims the keys to Heaven are resting in his hand He reads between the verses, finding sins that aren’t there Trading oxygen for silence, and gasping for a prayer. (Pre-Chorus) Matthew spoke of mirrors, but the glass is painted black Once you step inside the circle, there is no turning back He’s whispered to the angels, or so the story goes But the only thing he’s harvesting is everything you owe. (Chorus) Damnation on a whim, a gavel made of bone He’s sitting in the seat where God should be alone High control, low light, the velvet trap is set Obedience is the currency to pay a phantom debt Extra-biblical, the new law in the ink He tells you what to feel, he tells you how to think. (Verse 2) They’ve traded grace for gravel, and mercy for the rod To question the Director is to spit upon your God A legalistic labyrinth, no exit in the hall The higher that he builds you, the harder you will fall Isolation is the nectar, fear is the daily bread While the shepherd feeds his ego, the flock is barely fed. (Bridge) (Whispered) Not by works. Not by man. Not by the blood on his hands. (Screamed) You aren’t the judge! You aren’t the gate! You’re just a ghost Deciding our fate! (Outro) The bells are ringing backwards now The grace has left the room Under the thumb of a mortal king In a high-control tomb. (Fade out with the sound of a heavy iron door locking)
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