[Intro – whispered/chant] Are you awake? Do you feel that pull? Say it with me… “I won’t give you my soul.” [Verse 1] You painted halos over every red flag, Turned all my open wounds into your favorite drag. You dressed my doubt in Sunday best, Called it devotion while you hollowed out my chest. Every promise was a noose in disguise, You called it love while you tightened it twice. I wore your scriptures like a second skin, Till I couldn’t tell where you end and I begin. [Pre-Chorus] You said surrender and I mistook it for home, But your arms were just a cage made of bone. Now the walls are closing in like a funeral hymn, And I hear my own voice screaming from within. [Chorus] You don’t get my soul. You can have the blood, you can have control, Of every scar, every story that you stole, But you don’t get my soul. I’m cutting the rope, I’m breaking the hold, You can haunt my past like a chain of ghosts, But you don’t get my soul. [Verse 2] You built an altar out of all of my sins, Lit a match and said the burning makes us twins. You wore my trauma like a crown on your head, Called yourself a savior while you left me for dead. You turned my fears into a faithful choir, Every “I’m not enough” fed your holy fire. But there’s a crack in every stained-glass lie, And I can see daylight leaking through your sky. [Pre-Chorus 2] You said I’m nothing if I’m not at your feet, But every step I take alone still finds a beat. I’m rewriting every vow you wrote in blood, Turning every whispered curse into a flood. [Chorus] You don’t get my soul. You can have the songs that I sang in the dark, The years I spent worshiping your mark, But you don’t get my soul. I’m tearing your name off the walls of my head, Dancing on the grave where our ghosts once bled, Because you don’t get my soul. [Bridge – theatrical, half-spoken] This is a devotion ceremony, But the offering is me. Not my body, not my shame, Just the part you’ll never see. I light this match, I break this chain, I call my spirit back by name. Every misfit, every ghost in the back row, Raise your hands if you’re ready to go. [Breakdown – gang vocals] You don’t – you don’t – you don’t get it. My soul – my soul – you’ll never get it. On my knees but I’m not yours, Praying just to lock these doors. You don’t – you don’t – you don’t get it. My soul – my soul – I’m gonna live it. [Final Chorus – bigger, last line a cappella] You don’t get my soul. You can’t buy it, can’t break it, can’t make it your own. I’m done carving your face into my bones. You don’t get my soul. I’m walking out of your cathedral of control, I was never your saint, just a heart you stole… But you don’t get my soul.
