[Intro - Extended Native American flute] [Static crackles, wind howls softly] He who has ears, let him stream. Let the upload begin. This is the prophecy of pixels and parables— Spoken in bandwidth, echoed in breadcrumbs. [Verse 1] Scrollin’ through the scrolls like I’m searchin’ for the Source code Burnin’ bush router, got signal in the war zone Moses in a hoodie, parted memes like the Red Sea Fed by the Cloud, but my soul want that gluten-free Algorithmic angels, whisper in my inbox They preach likes and shares, but I need that paradox Told Siri, “What’s the meaning?”—she buffered in silence Meanwhile prophets dancin’ on TikTok in defiance Twelve tribes of WiFi, wanderin’ through data One drank the Kool-Aid, the other ate the beta Eden had an update, snake dropped a link Bit the Apple twice—now we digitized the brink Golden calf went platinum, streamed by the millions They remix Revelation in climate-controlled pavilions Original sin in 4K, HD betrayal And Judas sells merch with two-day retail [Chorus] They said the end was near (It’s buffering) But the truth got hacked last year (Still suffering) Mount Sinai got a livestream (No bluffin’) Encrypted prayer beams beamin’ through the nothin’ They said the light was dim (Keep lookin’) But the moon got hacked again (Still crooked) Temple’s in the code now (No bookin’) And the new Messiah might be cookin’ [Verse 2] Golden calf got an NFT edition Preachers pitch salvation with a merch subscription Every guru got a brand, every yogi got a filter They light sage, swipe right, sayin’ “Namaste, mister” We baptize in Baja Blast, worship in the metaverse Confess sins on voice notes, tweetin’ out the universe But what if the kingdom’s not a kingdom but a kitchen? And the bread you break’s the thoughts you keep pitchin’? Fast food for the fast soul, soul sold on flash polls Old scrolls decoded with QR goals AI prophets got no feet, but they speak in fire And Alexa weeps softly when your questions expire Jesus got a blue check, preachin’ in emojis Gandhi got a burner phone, dodgin’ corporate ogres Muhammad in the Matrix, floatin’ through the feed And Buddha’s just vibin’, plantin’ hope like a seed [Bridge] (Glitched thunder, deep echo) “Blessed are the ones who meme the meek, for they shall inherit...the comments section.” And lo, the algorithm said unto them: "Rejoice, for your daily bread is a podcast clip, and your communion—sponsored." [Verse 3] I seen revelations written in a CAPTCHA Beast got a barcode, paid off the rapture Heaven got a login—password too long And Hell got a playlist, bumpin’ every sad song Pharaohs takin’ selfies with the Sphinx in the background Bible in the glovebox, vibes in the hash cloud Tower of Babel got 5G towers But nobody listens, just scroll for hours Astrology apps now whisper the fate And Moses sells crystals on Live till late The burning bush’s now a sponsored tweet And David got a slingshot—made by Elites They sellin’ holy water in recyclable cans And prophecy merch with alternate plans You can choose the ending, subscribe for more But salvation ain’t Prime—it's knockin’ at your door [Chorus] They said the end was near (Repent, refresh) But the truth got hacked last year (Delete, confess) Mount Sinai got a livestream (Yah bless) Encrypted prayer beams beamin’ through the mess They said the light was dim (Keep lookin’) But the moon got hacked again (Still crooked) Temple’s in the code now (No bookin’) And the new Messiah might be cookin’ [Verse 4] I saw Noah build an ark outta TikTok drafts Forty days of comments, no laughs—just graphs Jonah in the stomach of the algorithm’s gut Tryna hashtag hope, but the feed stayed shut Sodom swiped right, Gomorrah made a playlist Lot’s wife turned to salt—now she’s viral and famous Solomon’s wisdom got turned to a tweet And the Queen of Sheba just dipped for the streets They monetize silence, they curate the void Put a logo on heaven and say “Shop the joy” But the truth don’t trend, and the light ain’t merch You gotta sit with yourself, no signal, no search [Outro] So if you see a star fall, don’t wish—log out Drink water, call your mom, shut the doubt The kingdom’s not coded, it’s cookin’ in the kitchen WiFi in the wilderness—hope is still glitchen’ [Signal fades... then returns] And lo, the glitch became the gospel.
