There’s a cathedral crumbling in my chest, No choirs now—only static and unrest. I used to feel the chorus in my veins, Now it’s just the pull of an unseen chain. My hands tremble like saints in the rain, Calling out, but no one knows my name. The stained glass shatters in the weight of doubt, And every hymn I loved is phasing out. God’s reception’s fading into haze, Lost the signal from those golden days. I’m chasing a voice that once rang true, But the line’s just ghosts— And the sky’s split in two. There’s an altar bending down my spine, Every prayer returns but fades in time. My heartbeat used to drum in time with grace, Now it skips like a disc in a hollow place. I built my faith where the tide forgets, Now it’s just the wind through empty silhouettes. The voice I knew faded out the light, And heaven hums in black and white. God’s reception’s fading into haze, Lost the signal from those golden days. I’m chasing a voice that once rang true, But the line’s just ghosts— And the sky’s split in two. Maybe I’m a station out of range, A silent prayer they never changed. The choir’s moved to a brighter tune, And I’m just the static beneath the moon. God’s reception’s fading into haze, Just white noise where wonder used to blaze. Still tuning in for a frequency, But the signal’s lost— And it’s breaking through me. The cathedral in my chest… Is just an echo now.
