The Way of Unbelief

[slow harp the plays like a tear] [Intro – low drone, distant choir] (whispered) None… not one… None… not one… [Verse 1 – stripped, heavy pulse] There is none righteous, no, not one Not a single heart that’s clean Eyes are open but blind to truth Hands reach out but never to Thee None who understands Your voice None who seek Your face We chase the echo of our wants And call it grace [Pre-Chorus – tension rising] We turned aside, we missed the mark Worn-out souls, unprofitable hearts We traded light for something small And called the darkness “choice” [Chorus – heavy, declarative] This is the way of unbelief Feet running fast but nowhere free Open graves where words should be No fear of God, no peace This is the path we carved in stone Blood on hands, mouths full of bones No fear of God before our eyes This is the way… this is the lie [Verse 2 – sharper, more aggressive] Their throat’s an open tomb of death Truth rots on every tongue Poison sits beneath their lips While they swear they’ve done no wrong Cursing spills like holy words Bitterness baptized as right Mocking heaven, crowning self Calling evil “sight” [Pre-Chorus 2 – tighter, darker] Swift to run where blood is spilled Slow to kneel, slow to yield Destruction walks where pride has been Misery follows every step [Chorus – full instrumentation] This is the way of unbelief Noise instead of reverent knees We hate the light, we love the feast But starve the soul beneath This is the road with no return Peace unknown, bridges burned No fear of God before our eyes This is the way… we die alive [Bridge – drop everything, spoken / half-sung] No fear… no awe… no trembling ground We stare at heaven and talk it down “If God is real, why not me?” While chained to what we want to be No fear of God—so self takes throne A king of ash, a house of bones [Break – silence, then slow rebuild] (quiet) None seek God… Unless God seeks first… [Final Chorus – transformed, but unresolved] This is the way of unbelief But mercy still calls out to me If none are righteous, none are clean Then grace must bleed No fear of God before our eyes Until the cross breaks through the night This was the way… But truth still waits At the end of this road we made [Outro – fading choir] None… not one… But One came down…