**Verse 1** *You’re a storm in his hymnbook, I’m the fox in his pew—* *Your lips hum *rebellion*, my hands stitch *taboo*.* *We meet where the *willows* weep and the *moon* plays dead,* *Two ghosts in a *polaroid* torn at the edge.* **Pre-Chorus** *He prays in *major keys*; we *waltz* in the minor,* *A *choir* of *crickets* laughs at the *liar* he’s shined her.* **Chorus** ***A song Dad hates***—*a hymn of *thorns* and *honey*.* ***A song Dad hates***—*the *devil’s lullaby*, too sweet, too funny.* *Our love’s a *black rose* root in his *manicured lawn*—* ***A song Dad hates***—*the *rot* where the *light* is gone.* **Verse 2** *You’re *wine* on his Bible, I’m the *candle* that drips,* *A *saint’s* shadow dancing on *apocryphal* lips.* *He builds *altars* of *silence*; we *burn* them with *sighs*—* *Two *heresies* wrapped in a *Sunday-school* lie.* **Bridge** *The *crows* chant our names, the *river* sings *our* verse,* *His *virtue*’s a *noose*, but *sin*’s the *universe*.* *Let him *curse* our *symphony*, let him *bless* the *void*—* *We’ll *haunt* his *hallowed* halls, *unseen*, *destroyed*.* **Chorus** ***A song Dad hates***—*a *dirge* dressed in *lace*.* ***A song Dad hates***—*the *scar* he can’t erase.* *We’re *dust* in his *psalm*, the *crack* in his *faith*—* ***A song Dad hates***—*the *echo* he’ll never outpace.* **Outro** *Now the *organ* wheezes, the *pews* splinter and moan,* *Our *ghosts* harmonize in a *key* he’ll never own.* ***A song Dad hates***—*it *lingers*, it *breathes*…* *A *choir* of *shadows* where his *heaven* never sees.*
