[Intro/VHS tape hiss. Distant church bell. Wind.] [Verse] Every Sunday Heaven spoke Through worn-out pages, dust, and smoke They said the Lord had known each name Long before the children came So tell me why the fields run red Why prayers still echo through my head If every path was drawn above Where did You bury all Your love? [Pre-Chorus] You knew my face before my first breath So tell me now, who planted death? If every step was Yours to claim Why am I left to bear the blame? [Chorus] Oh why, does Heaven stay so silent? Why is every soul called violent? If You wrote my every heartbeat Why condemn the hands made to reap? Tell me who's the sinner Tell me who's to blame Or are we all just pieces In God's secret game? [Verse 2] Crosses rot beside the rows Nobody asks, nobody knows The wind remembers every name The harvest always looks the same I begged for light, I learned the dark Found Your fingerprints upon my heart If grace was meant for all to see Why does it never reach for me? [Instrumental Break] [Bridge/Everything drops except bass, ambient synth, and distant choir. Childlike voices sing softly.] Beneath the stalks where corn grows high The scythe will swing and sinners die Hide your prayers, don't ask why Every soul must someday die [Whispered Male Vocal] You made me... didn't You? [Final Chorus] Oh why, does Heaven stay so silent? Why is every soul called violent? If You wrote my every heartbeat Why condemn the hands made to reap? Tell me who's the sinner Tell me who's to blame Or was I always just another piece In God's secret game? [Outro - Tape slowing down. Wind through corn. One distant church bell.] [Tape click. Silence.]
