[female singer A] They handed me a book then asked me not to read the blood on every page and a name they say is evil every time pastors preach. Millions in the dust yet heaven stays serene. While only a few fell down below, now tell me what that means. They taught me fear was holy and pain was proof. But I can’t stand by a throne that feeds on so called cruel truth If wrath is called a virtue and silence is divine Then every prayer they sold me feels like a load of lies. [transition] [male vocalist B] They cracked me open on a lectern, said don't stare at the red in the margins, don't say my name out loud in church. Count the millions in the mud while the rafters keep their hymn. A few of us were cast out, and they call that proof of sin. They raised me on a warning, on ash and baited breath. But I won't kneel for a throne that baptizes every death. If mercy is a costume and cruelty wears the crown, Then all their polished scriptures feel like nails worked backwards down. [transition] [female singer A] Bodies in the floodwaters, the slaughter of the first born son's. Whole towns turned to ash by the hand we're told to trust. Plague on the doorsteps and smoke in the sky. If this is the holy way, I don't want anything to do with his kind. Holy stories have a throne covered in pain. The devil is the one I would praise, I'd rather preach his name. [transition] [male vocalist B] I was there in the floodline, in the cradle left to freeze. I heard the firstborn crying while the lamps went dark and mean. I watched whole towns go smoking under hands they told you trust. If this is what they call holy, then no, I won't turn to dust. Their bright stories sit on a chair built out of pain. I am the fallen one, and I'm the pause between the names. [instrumental] [female singer A] They tell me to, "Fear the fallen one" but I count the deaths with my hands. While the holy one slays the world and they want me to understand. They said a fallen angel brought the ruin, brought the night. But I read the old pages and the sky drips with blood so bright. They taught me fear was holy they taught me pain was proof. But I can’t stand by a throne that they say I should approve. The devil is always the one to blame for the grief we've been fed. Then who caused the suffering for a mountain of innocent deaths? [transition] [male vocalist B] They told me, "you are the fallen," so I counted every grave. While the shining one kept taking and they called it being brave. They said I brought the ruin, that I slipped the lock at dawn. But I read the old accounts and the blood was never mine alone. They taught me shame was wisdom, they taught me grief was clean. But I won't wear their verdict like some robe they've sewn in green. They lay the blame on one of us, then wash their hands and sing. So who wrote the hunger into bones and called it anything? [final chorus] [female singer A] Bodies in the floodwaters, the slaughter of the first born son's. Whole towns turned to ash by the hand we're told to trust. Plague on the doorsteps and smoke in the sky. If this is the holy way, I don't want anything to do with his kind. Holy stories have a throne covered in pain. The devil is the one I would praise, I'd rather preach his name. [male vocalist B] I was there in the floodline, in the cradle left to freeze. I heard the firstborn crying while the lamps went dark and mean. I watched whole towns go smoking under hands they told you trust. If this is what they call holy, then no, I won't turn to dust. Their bright stories sit on a chair built out of pain. I am the fallen one, and I'm the pause between the names.
