SACRAMENT (alt-rock / dark anthem / rebellious & poetic) Verse 1 They taught you fear in a holy tone, Hands folded tight like a loaded gun. Smoke on the tongue of the preacher’s son, Saying, “Love thy neighbor — but not that one.” Confession booth with a broken lock, “Come talk to God, but don’t get caught.” Everybody drinks from the same cracked cup, Then acts surprised when the choir coughs blood. You learned to pray through fluorescent light, Hospital halls and too lonely nights. Girls with smeared mascara, saints in decline, Trading halos for something to quiet their minds. Pre-Chorus Let the ritual play… Candles shaking in the bassline haze. If heaven’s real, why’s salvation taste So much like self-destruction? What a waste… ⸻ Chorus Oh God, oh God— Everybody needs a sacrament. Some kiss crosses, some kiss cigarettes. Some numb the ache, some learn to live with it— Amen, amen. Everybody worships something When faith becomes a dead end. Oh, sacrament, sacrament. ⸻ Verse 2 Stained-glass angels with their porcelain teeth, Looking down while the addicts sink beneath. Sunday sermons sold like snake-oil dreams, Cheap absolution wrapped in silver strings. You were seventeen with a blackout stare, Static in your lungs, smoke in your hair. The devil never looked like horns and flames— He looked like relief with a beautiful face. And all the good girls learned how to lie, Lipstick smiles while they swallowed the fire. Everybody’s got a cross to drag, Some wear it proud, some hide it in a bag. Pre-Chorus Let the ritual play… Choir voices drowning in the rain. If love is pure, why’s it leave a stain You can’t wash out with holy water and rain? ⸻ Chorus Oh God, oh God— Everybody needs a sacrament. Some kiss crosses, some kiss cigarettes. Some numb the ache, some learn to live with it— Amen, amen. Everybody worships something When faith becomes a dead end. Oh, sacrament, sacrament. ⸻ Bridge Maybe heaven’s just a backseat confession, Neon saints and a bad connection. Maybe hell is hearing “you’ll be fine” While your pulse flatlines in slow motion light. Maybe sinners make the best believers, Bruised knees pressed against the speakers. If survival makes me unclean, Then wash me in the gasoline. Oh— I watched the choirboys bite their tongues, Watched pretty girls come undone. Everybody wants resurrection Nobody wants the crucifixion. ⸻ Final Chorus Oh God, oh God— Everybody needs a sacrament. Some kiss crosses, some kiss cigarettes. Some numb the ache, some learn to live with it— Amen, amen. Everybody worships something When faith becomes a dead end. Oh God, oh God— If loving hurts, then call it heaven-sent. We’re all just trying to outrun emptiness. Some find God and some find medicine— But everybody worships something in the end. Sacrament, sacrament. ⸻ Outro Let the ritual play… Let the ritual play… We’re all just looking for a reason to stay.
