Verse 1 On the highway to the mall I saw angels ten feet tall Wings of vinyl, eyes of LED Selling grace in 4K clarity Smiling teeth on every face “Buy your way to perfect grace” Pre‑Chorus No more candles, no more psalms Just a swipe and open palms Chorus Bow down to the billboard saints Painted halos, plastic faith Every slogan carved in light Every miracle in white Bow down to the billboard saints Blessed by clicks and profit rates If you pay, you will be saved From the fear they help create Verse 2 In the city, every wall Is a chapel, bright and tall Perfume, cars, and holy phones Choir of branded dial tones Every hunger, every ache Has a product you can take Pre‑Chorus No more silence, no more doubt They will spell your worship out Chorus Bow down to the billboard saints Painted halos, plastic faith Every slogan carved in light Every miracle in white Bow down to the billboard saints Blessed by clicks and profit rates If you pay, you will be saved From the fear they help create Bridge Turn their faces to the rain Watch the colors bleed in vain Underneath the flawless skin There is nothing, there’s no hymn Breakdown Saints of sale, prophets of rot May your altars all be shot Final Chorus Bow down to the billboard saints Or walk past, refuse their chains Let their halos crack and peel Till their promise can’t conceal If their heaven’s just a brand Let it vanish from your hands I will walk in rust and haze Far from billboard‑shaped praise
