[Intro] Woah…. Woah… What? Huh…. Woah baby! [Verse 1] Give me my baby back. Get my baby ya. I haven’t signed the papers yet. So this ain’t the baby trap. Yack.. truly cracked. Preachers come with the body of Christ and the sins of the past. Saying sins have passed. If they past does he forgive you now, Or must you wait and Give me my cracked out baby ya, Big back baby that doesn’t need a daddy ah, couple words to a little twerp, Appreciate with Caution ya. You aren’t shady Matt. Woah baby facts. Bigger, crazier, dumber… Uh.. don’t know why I started that. [Verse 2] Wait… Bring that thought right back. Had a conversation with a shadow, Now the shadow talks back. Told me heaven had a price, And the devil paid cash. Funny how the holy men Keep their skeletons intact. Got a Bible in the basement, Got a demon in the attic. Got a preacher preaching peace While his congregation panics. Everybody wants forgiveness, Nobody wants the damage. Everybody claims they’re righteous Till the truth becomes a habit. Ha! What a beautiful disaster. Got a pastor playing master, Got a sinner moving faster. Got a liar writing chapters About life in the hereafter. If the truth could really kill, Then the lies would live forever. [Hook] Woah baby! Give me my baby back! Everybody talking heaven With the devil on their back. Woah baby! Tell me where the angels at? Got a halo made of plastic And a heart that’s painted black. Woah baby! Everybody cracked! Got the preacher selling blessings While he’s hiding all the facts. Woah baby! Ain’t no taking nothing back. When the truth comes crawling out, Watch the whole illusion crack. [Verse 3] Knock knock. Who’s there? Nobody. Just a voice inside the walls Saying everybody’s sorry. Got a courtroom full of ghosts, And a judge without a body. Got a witness on the stand Who keeps forgetting what he saw. Wait… Hold up. Something isn’t adding up. Everybody swears they’re innocent, But everybody’s covering up. Got a thousand different stories, Not a single one enough. Got a mouthful of confessions But the truth is getting stuck. Preacher told me God forgives, I said, “Does he forgive lies?” He said, “Everybody sins,” I said, “That’s a nice disguise.” He said, “Son, don’t question heaven.” I said, “Why you looking surprised?” If the devil wears a collar, Would you recognize his eyes? Huh? Would you recognize his face? Would you recognize the evil If it stood inside a sacred place? Would you call it something holy Just because it said grace? Would you kneel before a monster If it promised you were safe? [Bridge - Whispered, increasingly unstable] Shhh… Don’t wake the congregation. They’re sleeping through the revelations. Dreaming of their own salvation. While the truth awaits examination. One lie… Two lies… Three lies… Four… How many sins Can you bury beneath the floor? Five lies… Six lies… Seven… Eight… Funny how the guilty Always wanna talk about fate. [Verse 4 - Faster, erratic flow] I’m a little bit suspicious, Little vicious with the sentences. Everybody playing innocent, I’m questioning the evidence. Reverends and residents, Confessions and the penitents, Everybody wants a miracle But nobody’s intelligent. Enough to see the difference Between faith and an illusion. Between a holy revelation And a calculated delusion. Got a preacher with a purpose But his purpose is confusion. Got a sinner seeking answers While he’s drowning in conclusions. Wait! Backtrack! Where the hell my baby at? Where the hell the papers at? Why the hell you saying that? Everybody pointing fingers, Everybody changing facts. Everybody acting righteous With a devil in their lap. Ha! Funny how the story bends. Everybody wants redemption But nobody makes amends. Everybody’s got a God Until the consequences land. Then they’re begging for forgiveness With the blood still on their hands. [Final Hook - Dark, aggressive chant] Woah baby! Give me my baby back! Everybody talking heaven With the devil on their back. Woah baby! Tell me where the angels at? Got a halo made of plastic And a heart that’s painted black. Woah baby! Everybody cracked! Got the preacher selling blessings While he’s hiding all the facts. Woah baby! Ain’t no taking nothing back. When the truth comes crawling out, Watch the whole illusion crack. [Outro - Spoken, eerie silence between lines] Woah… What? Huh… You said the sins have passed… But you never said Who paid for them. And if everybody’s forgiven… Why’s everybody hiding? Woah baby… Give me my baby back. Ha… I still haven’t signed the papers yet.
