[Pre-Chorus] Priest on the stoop making every stop talk Latin for a habit that already owns the lock Holy water on a thirst with a lease in my lung He negotiates with silence like silence gives a fuck [Verse 1] Mama keeps the porch light biblical and shut Cross where a clinic should've opened up Daddy says the treatment is a lie in a coat Dials a black collar so he don't have to know I spit copper quiet in the back of my teeth Sobriety's a landlord that refinanced my sleep Aisle saints rearrange when the freezer lights hum Tiles take a breath every time I come undone Voices stack like route calls that never hit end Same damn announcement, same seat, same bend They named it a demon so they wouldn't name me Ignorance in Sunday shoes, denial with a key [Pre-Chorus] [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] City of God, devil on payroll Priest in the doorway, haggling my halo You called it a demon — it's the debt with my face Treatment was "wrong," so the quiet got replaced City of God, angels clocked out, the voices clocked in No pill on the counter, just the war in my skin You can't cast out a tenant when you co-signed the house I'm still on the night bus. I ain't checking out [Verse 2] He asks for a name like a name pays the rent The thirst answers back in a voice I invent Grief wears your jacket on the wrong kitchen chair Anxiety counts every bulb that won't dare I wanted the noise dead — not a map, not a plan Just one fluorescent second with nobody in command Then a hoodie with no body smoked a light that weren't there Got off at my stop with my mouth in its stare Hallucinations know the timetable by heart They hold the pole with me and they never depart No capsule, no mercy — they called mercy a sin So the demon kept the spare key and let his friends in [Chorus] [Pre-Chorus] [Bridge] Bullshit gospel on a sidewalk that knows What the steeple won't say when the collection plate glows Fuck the performance, fuck the shame in their eyes The holder of the habit don't fear holy lies He sits in my molar and he itemizes pain Every sober sunrise comes preloaded with rain I stay — that's the heresy they can't cast aside A living receipt where their dogma just died [Chorus] [Pre-Chorus] [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] [Outro] Corner-store halogen, mean as a judge Night bus keeps moving. I don't give it the grudge City of God... city of God... Still on the route. Still on the route.
