yeah they said angels don’t bleed but I been dripping grace since seventeen sins on repeat like vinyl dreams needle in the groove where my soul still screams I built my halo outta broken glass each shard a truth I tried to mask light cuts deep when it tries to last I’m holy, but haunted by my past did good deeds just to balance the scale but the weight of my guilt still tips the tale I preach in bars like it’s Sunday mass whiskey for wine, forgiveness in the glass almost saint, almost sin God knockin, I won’t let Him in if heaven’s clean, then I’m too stained washed in pain that still remains glass halo, I wear it proud shines too bright, cuts too loud faith ain’t pure, it burns like gin I toast my ghosts, then breathe them in glass halo, reflection bends cracks don’t break me, they just cleanse if heaven’s full, I’ll walk alone I built my church from sticks and bone confession’s currency, I pay in scars each line a sermon beneath the stars truth hurts soft but lies hit hard I pray with pen, bleed every bar the preacher said “change,” I tried the suit but the devil fit better under my roots I been baptized in smoke and sin still singin hymns with a guilty grin my halo hums like a vinyl spin loops of shame where the light leaks in don’t glow gold, it flickers red that’s proof I’m living, not undead I dance with ghosts in cathedral rain holy water drippin Novocaine faith and pain, they sound the same different keys, same chord, same flame every prayer’s a cut disguised grace tastes better when it’s compromised maybe heaven ain’t clean, it’s cracked and mercy’s found where faith collapsed glass halo, fragile crown still I rise when they knock me down I break to shine, I bleed to know that light’s born best through letting go glass halo, still drippin red every fracture a word I said if I fall again, I’ll make it rhyme an angel sinnin one last time
