(Verse 1) A city hums on broken prayer, the billboards bleed their holy light. I drink alone, the metal air, and watch the drones patrol the night. They sell us truth in plastic dreams, while rats baptize in sewer rain. The future’s built on rusted schemes, each smile a glitch, each kiss a chain. (Verse 2) The preachers speak through static screens, their gospel coded, calm, obscene. They promise grace in nicotine, and mercy through a new machine. I lost my faith beneath the sign that flickered LIVE but spelled out LIE. I carved my name in cheap red wine, and swore to live before I die. (Chorus / Outro) No small gods in this electric haze, no heaven worth the entry fee. Just cracked glass saints and fevered days — and the last good sin still left in me. (Synth Solo: An evolving analog synth solo — dark, expressive, layered, and emotional.)
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