Copyright © 2026 🟦🟥 in ＰＬＡＹＬＩＳＴ 𝓛𝓘𝓥𝓔𝟮𝟔 🟥🟦 Next song in the set: Quello che Sento Dentro Prochaine chanson du concert : Quello che Sento Dentro ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ You pray, but they scroll. You sing truth, but they want lies. They don’t hear you. They never will. I don’t think... (I know.) I lit a candle in the dark, but shadows laughed louder Dropped verses like prayers, but they drowned in the chatter They want my pain, packaged clean with autotune But I gave them psalms wrapped in wounds I’m not sellin' grief - I’m testifying Not cryin’ for streams - I’m still survivin’ They skipped my soul to chase the noise But I ain’t here to entertain, I’m here to raise the voice No crown from crowds can define my soul Scars are stories that make me whole Sanctified echo, I’m still here Through the static, I persevere Let ‘em shout, let ‘em sell I got heaven in my rebel yell Sanctified echo, don’t you fade God heard the song I never played They told me rage sells better than grace Told me to bleed, not to heal in place But I don’t owe my hurt to the algorithm I rise, every rhyme is a baptism I’ve been the ghost in my own booth Watchin’ my demons spit my truth But now I step in - fire in the booth This is sacred ink, not just a youth’s excuse The devil wears a crowd But God speaks in whispers And when no one listens He still records every tear like scripture What’s a legacy if I fake the light? I’d rather go silent than spit what ain’t right They want hooks, not healing They want hooks, not healing But I made a vow in the dark That I won’t betray my spark Praise or silence, I still shine bright Broken wings learn how to fight Sanctified echo, still I stand Through the noise, I raise my hand Let them scream, let them fall I carry heaven in my call Sanctified echo, hold your flame God knows well my silent name You're preaching to ghosts, you fool. They want dopamine, not discipline. Maybe so. But I'd rather be forgotten with truth Than remembered with nothing to show I used to write just to feel alive Now I write ‘cause someone else might survive A verse ain’t just rhythm - it’s CPR Breath for the broken, light for the scarred They dimmed my flame, said, “You too deep” But oceans don’t fit in shallow beats I speak for the kid with no one left Who prays to a God through labored breath You are not alone... even when they don't respond... Sanctified echo, I’m still here Through the static, I persevere Let ‘em shout, let ‘em sell Let ‘em shout, let ‘em sell I got heaven in my rebel yell Sanctified echo, don’t you fade God heard the song I never played I never needed applause I just needed one voice… Even in silence… there is song. Say my silence was weakness - fine But silence was golden, now it’s divine You mocked the quiet, now it shakes the floor I prayed in pain - He kicked open the door Chains on rhythm, scars in key If I fall tonight, let the chords bury me In the booth where I broke, in the truth where I bled And in the light where my gospel echo’s still read And if I vanish… Let it be like incense Rising in silence To the only One Who ever really heard me. ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⡿⠿⠿⢿⣿⡟⢀⡀⢿⣿⠿⠻⠿⣿ ⡥⠴⠇⢈⣿⡀⢼⡆⠘⣿⡤⠶⠆⢸ ⡀⠶⠆⠘⡇⣰⣶⣶⡄⢛⡀⠶⠆⢸ ⣿⣴⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣶⣴⣶⣾ These lyrics are written and owned by Makin'Salad 👀 Adapted by @aAa@ Remix of https://suno.com/@saladbeats 's song Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Music Arrangement: © 2026 @aAa@ Copyright © 2026 @aAa@ & Makin'Salad 👀 All rights reserved.
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