[Verse 1] Hard pew Soft threat I trace dust halos On a hymn book edge Stained glass Melts and sways Colors crawl slow Up my veins You say “last mass” Like a joke at lunch But the word hangs heavy Like iron on my tongue Silence in the rafters Buzz in my skull I can hear the ceiling As it starts to pull [Chorus] It’s the end of the gospelvas All the pretty stories peel Every painted promise cracking Till the wood and the rust reveal It gets to you Yeah it eats at you (oh) Like incense in your lungs too long Till you cough up every truth [Verse 2] Choir in my head Sings off-key psalms Every “amen” Got teeth in its palms Candles drip wax Like slow-drive car wrecks I’m breathing in sermons That stain my neck I kept my doubt folded In a pocket like receipts Now the numbers shout From the underside of seats [Bridge] [Beat drops to just guitar and reverb] Knees on stone Eyes on sky Is it faith Or fear to try Holy water Tastes like rain Same wet chill Same old pain [Chorus] It’s the end of the gospelvas Where the echoes used to hide All the painted faces fading As the saints climb off the sides It gets to you Yeah it eats at you (yeah) Like a spiral in your vision now Till the walls all bend in two It’s the end of the gospelvas No more script to hold you still If the chapel starts to breathe tonight Will you leave or trust the chill
