Bum bum bum Bum bum BUM No knock Bum bum bum No name Bum bum bum Just the glitch in the frame And it felt better than prayer Open Open No permission None needed Open Open Set the shepherd on fire Not a fall Not a call Stood there waiting for something to speak Nothing did And I stopped waiting for it to be more than something weak Sold you the ceiling and called it a crown Called it a crown Burned down the doctrine and danced on the ground Danced on the ground They promised a presence A power a peak But silence is the only thing honest enough to speak Waited for judgment Waited for fire Found the judge was a prop on a wire Snap the wire Puppet in plastic Script in a cage Ripped out the wiring Walked off the stage And it felt So good They said it would take me Yeah It did Just not what I am Open Open No permission None needed Open Open And I do not fall Alive without reason Here without regret The best kind of treason Is choosing what they said you would never get1 Never get Open Tuesday morning coffee hitting like a heavy drug No altar on the table No doctrine in the mug No doctrine Turns out all the things they labeled sin Were just the parts of me They couldn't discipline Couldn't discipline The thing you love Just doing what it does without a plan God is just a shadow Cast by a very small man Very small man Open Open No permission None needed Open Open And I do not fall Alive without reason Here without regret The best kind of treason Is choosing what they said you would never get Never get Set the shepherd on fire Rolling signal siphoned from the static they sold Ritual stripped to the animal underneath the fold They called it corruption they called it the fall But the animal was living and the doctrine was a wall They brand your breath as blasphemy To keep you in line I branded back Now the blasphemy is mine The dark is the dawn The ruin is divine And sin Is just obedience To yourself Drink the fire Delete the door Sin first Ask nothing Sin first They said it would take you And it did It took everything that was not real It took the shame you bought on credit It took the fear you kept in the pantry And when the room had no walls You found out you were not falling You were flying Tuesday morning Coffee still warm No halo on it Still hits No doctrine holding it up Still here No altar underneath it Still true Turns out sin is just Your predatory lust So they strangled your desire With a holy law They saw you hungry so They branded it a crime They sold you back your desire One fucking prayer at a time They made you loathe The very way that you were built Just to harvest the interest On a lifetime of guilt Interest of your miserable fucking guilt Open Open No permission None needed Open Open And I do not fall The best kind of treason Is choosing what they said you would never get Never get Open We deleted the door Set the shepherd on fire Not saved Not needed Not damned Not planned Just here With the dirt In the palm of our hand Sin feels like breathing Like finally breathing Obedience was the cage Always was the cage Open And it is fun to find out No throne No chain No one left to blame They called it sin We called it Tuesday It is wide and we belong here
