I can’t shake the hunger Can’t shake it, hey! Got a cracked-black halo on Hit it! Edges dusting off my collar Smoke-stale, iron-cold By the altar, there’s a brass candle tray Come on! Pulls you in, pulls you on Pulls you in, pulls you on They call God a fire I’m the match he left behind Try to take my crown I’ll nail your doubt to mine If God is a woman Then God is a weapon If God is a woman Then God is a weapon I burn the past in pixel flames Erase her name from all my frames Every echo, every lie Still tattooed behind my eyes Tried to run, but they fade in slow Scars in my mind like a shadow show Glitchin' out what I can’t reset Still hear her voice in my silhouette
