Lyrics: [Intro] They bless the table with a careful mouth. Then carve the map with a quieter hand. Every smile arrives with a second set of teeth. Every peace talk rents a private room underneath. [Verse 1] Flags wave clean while the ledger stays wet. They preach the cure and auction the debt. Call it order. Call it care. Call it law. It’s just a softer way to show the claw. You learn the script: nod once, mean twice. Keep your real blade off the public ice. The crowd wants saints with spotless sleeves — so saints get made from men who never leave. [Pre-Chorus] If virtue’s a costume, wear it well. hell — the stage still burns if you tell. Speak soft for the cameras. Count hard for the night. Win without looking like you came to fight. [Chorus] Borrowed halo — rented light on a guilty head. Borrowed halo — say the holy words the hungry get fed. Smile in the open. Cut in the shade. That’s the gospel this century made. Loud and clear for the ones who still pretend — the kindest face can still decide the end. [Verse 2] They sell forgiveness like a monthly plan. Then bill your children for the blood they spanned. Machiavelli didn’t invent the play — he only wrote the rules they hide today. Keep friends close when the cameras roll. Keep sharper friends for the after-goal. Never confess what the mirror already knows. A clean confession is still a show. [Pre-Chorus 2] It’s loud in here — the pulse behind the pose — the part that calculates while the sermon goes. No soft altar. No honest crown. Only the weight of not kneeling down. [Chorus] Borrowed halo — rented light on a guilty head. Borrowed halo — say the holy words the hungry get fed. Smile in the open. Cut in the shade. That’s the gospel this century made. Loud and clear for the ones who still pretend — the kindest face can still decide the end. [Bridge] Suggestion one: never waste a useful fear. Suggestion two: let mercy make the room clear. Suggestion three: if they need a villain, give them one — just never let it be the hand that got it done. Odin don’t trade in borrowed light. He watches who still stands when the mask gets tight. Strip the sermon. Keep the voltage. Keep the bone. Room goes quiet. Heartbeat not alone. [Breakdown] It’s loud in here. Don’t mistake it for shame. It’s the truth getting honest with your name. Public virtue. Private steel. That’s the deal. That’s the deal. [Final Chorus] Borrowed halo — rented light on a guilty head. Borrowed halo — feed the flock while you undercut the bread. If the world wants soft, it can take the soft — the chest stays locked, still charged, still hot. Hold until the liars run out of fucking knives — and the mile inside still stays alive. Say it loud and clear while the halo flickers thin — we saw the game. We still walk in. [Outro] Dawn don’t clean them. They polish their own. Engine turns. You leave the throne alone. Borrowed light fades. The oath does not. Keep your hands real. Keep your name unlocked.
