Verse 1 I tuned the chapel like a broken radio Every hymn dissolved into a snow Candles hissed like dying wires Incense choked on failing choirs All your scriptures, all your creeds Turned to buzzing, restless seeds Pre‑Chorus In the silence after all that talk I heard something in the chalk Chorus Holy static in my ears Washing out a thousand years Of your dogma, of your rules Of your saints and of your fools Holy static on the line Drowning every forced “divine” In the noise I finally see What your god could never be Verse 2 I flipped the channels of your faith Found commercials in their place Every prophet selling cures For the wounds that they ensured Every halo made of chrome Rusting on a borrowed throne Pre‑Chorus In the crackle, in the hiss There’s more truth than in your bliss Chorus Holy static in my ears Washing out a thousand years Of your dogma, of your rules Of your saints and of your fools Holy static on the line Drowning every forced “divine” In the noise I finally see What your god could never be Bridge Let it roar, let it scrape Over every sacred tape Till the last recording breaks Till the last illusion shakes Breakdown No more verse, no amen Just the hum of where I’ve been Final Chorus Holy static in my ears I will wear you like a spear Pierce the fabric of your throne Till your echo stands alone In the noise I claim my throat No more ashes, no more ropes Just the sound of being free From the god you sold to me
