[Verse 1] High spire, black flame, veil on the altar Gold in the plate, but the saints never talk much Halo in the smoke, hush prayers, shadowed psalters Hand on the soul and the soul gets marked up Choirs in the rafters, velvet robes, old names Incense in the power, same rite, new frame Paths get mapped like a maze in a cathedral Stained-glass lies paint the war in the middle They don’t need a pitchfork to spark up the ruin Don’t need a wing when the words do the suin’ Don’t need a chain when the vows keep bindin’ Don’t need a flame when the fear stays timin’ Scripture ink, sigil wall, paper-thin Eden Puppet-string theology, hungry spirits feed them If you look too close, they recast the heavens So I spit in glyphs while the code keeps flexin’ [Pre-Chorus] Every prayer got a mirror in the middle Every “pure” got a tear in the riddle Tiny thrones in the glare and the tower Pull one wing and you see the whole power [Chorus] Choirs that descend, choirs that ascend They sing for the top one percent Angel regiment, demon regiment Whole world tilts for the top one percent [Verse 2] Soft-wing takeover, hymn books, back channels Horn in the halo in the pew with the backhand Ain’t just gold, it’s the oath and the zoning Land in the palm of the fiends who own it Clinic, court, feed, screen, repeat Need gets tuned to the mark on the street Sell you grace, then they sell you the cure Bottle your panic in a holy brochure Every little crisis got a choir and a monster Smoke in the ritual, ghost in the roster See the same rings in the flames and the comments Same dark kings in the clean-cut garments Invisible church, but it tightens in layers Not one wing, it’s a legion of players Each tentacle slick in a radiant disguise Touch one harp and the whole hymn lies [Verse 3] Black book, fine print, oath in the margin Whispers in the boardroom, blood in the bargains Halo made of data, crowns made of numbers Stacked in the dark while the daylight slumbers They tithe in clicks, praise fed through the fiber Prayers in the code to the quiet new kaiser Screens glow blue like a synthetic censer Every ad copy got a priest in the center Same old chant with a bright new filter Blessings on credit while the faith gets pilfered Algorithm choir in a looping lament Sing a soft yes to the top one percent Ghost in the stock, tongue in the ledger Choir in the vault where the saints can’t measure If you trace one line through the smoke and the rent You hear the same hymn for the top one percent [Bridge] Cut the lights, let the halo glitch Maps in the dark where the cold winds pitch Not just a man with a grin and a tie It’s a throne of thrones with a thousand eyes [Chorus] Choirs that descend, choirs that ascend They sing for the top one percent Angel regiment, demon regiment Whole world tilts for the top one percent [Outro] So I lace each sign like a ward in braid Let the organ howl while the heavens get staged If the mask slips once and the veil gets rent Hear the angels roar at the top one percent
