(Intro – thunder echoes, distant choir hums, voice whispers) “Not every shepherd tends the sheep. Some feed themselves — while the flock bleeds. Not every robe hides purity. Some robes hide wolves… dressed in liturgy.” Verse 1 (🔥 methodical and bold) They preach peace with a poison tongue, Dress holy but they bite the young. White robes but the deeds unsung, The same lips bless and curse in one. They smile sweet while the flock deceived, Talk grace while they scheme beneath. Quote truth while their hands still thieve, False light in a house of grief. They love titles, not the tears, They love pulpits, not the peers. They sell hope, then feed your fears, And call that faith when greed appears. They ain’t shepherds — they market brands, Gold watches on lifted hands. They don’t pray — they just demand, As if God’s glory was contraband. Hook (🔥 haunting, echo-laced) Wolves in choir robes — singin’ “hallelujah,” But they prey, not pray — they maneuver. They dance in pulpits, holy intruders, Talkin’ grace while they drain the users. Wolves in choir robes — smell that sin, Ain’t outside — it’s bred within. They fake the light with practiced grin, But grace gon’ burn where lies begin. Verse 2 (🔥 faster flow, venomous precision) They twist the Scripture, shape it slick, Polish pride like a crucifix. Turn repentance to a party trick, Sell salvation like politics. They fake the tongues, they fake the tears, Perform repentance to harvest peers. They cry on stage — rehearsed for years, But truth don’t live where profit steers. They call rebuke “attack of hate,” ‘Cause real correction they can’t relate. They crave applause — they imitate, But holiness don’t need a stage. You can’t wash sin with sound effects, You can’t anoint with disrespect. They post reels with holy checks, But never heal the ones they wrecked. Hook (🔥 more aggressive, distorted background vocals) Wolves in choir robes — singin’ “hallelujah,” But they prey, not pray — they maneuver. They dance in pulpits, holy intruders, Talkin’ grace while they drain the users. Wolves in choir robes — smell that sin, Ain’t outside — it’s bred within. They fake the light with practiced grin, But grace gon’ burn where lies begin. Bridge (🔥 eerie calm, spoken tone — prophet-like) They say, “Touch not God’s anointed,” But who anointed the wolves appointed? God don’t crown those self-appointed, He tears them down when truth’s disjointed. They hide their hunger behind a hymn, Talk about love with hearts grown dim. They dress their greed in sacred trim, But grace don’t play with pride’s new limb. The altar’s stained with human trade, Souls for fame — that’s the exchange. But every empire pride has made, The Lamb will crush, the Shepherd reign. Verse 3 (🔥 full assault, fast and lyrical) They mock the remnant — call it small, But God don’t measure size at all. He moves through whispers, not the hall, Through broken hearts, not marble walls. They laugh at prophets in the rain, But truth still echoes through the pain. Every false robe stains His Name, But grace gon’ purify the flame. You can’t buy favor with silver tongues, You can’t fake truth where light begun. You can’t out-preach what grace has done, The blood still speaks when the wolves all run. You fake revival — He brings the storm, You sell salvation — He reforms. You flex theology — He transforms, You preach for claps — He breaks the norm. Hook (🔥 climactic, layered choir mixed with trap drums) Wolves in choir robes — singin’ “hallelujah,” But they prey, not pray — they maneuver. They dance in pulpits, holy intruders, Talkin’ grace while they drain the users. Wolves in choir robes — truth gon’ roar, Expose the masks they all adore. When grace arrives, they hide no more, The Lamb reveals what wolves ignore. Outro (🔥 cinematic — sounds of wolves fading, heartbeat echo) “They wore His words like armor… But their hearts stayed hollow. The Shepherd’s coming — And every wolf will follow… into the light.”
