Veins full of serpants

[Intro – female voice, quiet, slightly distorted] “He’s started… assigning meaning to it. Using language he recognises. We’ll let it continue.” --- [Verse 1] Yeah— I was raised where belief felt thin, Tried to pray but it don’t sink in, Every word come back distorted— Like I said it wrong before it started. God called twice, I hung up nervous, Don’t know why but it felt on purpose, I don’t talk to God, he just speaks in riddles— Half of it lands, half just drifts through signals. Every sign feel slightly off, Like I’m readin’ truth through broken glass, Cross on my chest don’t settle the burn— Just reminds me I don’t know what’s real or not. --- [Hook] Veins full of serpents, mind still turnin’, Every thought feel watched, like somethin’s learnin’, Cross on my chest don’t calm the burnin’, Heard somethin’ call… but I’m not certain. Veins full of serpents, no clear purpose, Truth feel close but it shift when I search it, If this is faith, then why’s it hurtin’? If this is real… then why’s it hurtin’? --- [Verse 2] They said “have faith,” I tried to follow, But every step feel thin and hollow, Voices low when the room goes quiet— Like they wait for me to not deny it. I see shapes when I close my eyes, Not quite wrong but not quite right, Every thought got weight and intent— Like it’s not just me inside my head. I don’t scream, I just sit with it, Let it talk till it don’t make sense, Call it God or a fractured signal— Either way, it don’t feel simple. --- [Bridge – whispered, distorted] They said it’s holy… But it don’t feel that way… Every answer bends when I try to pray… Like somethin’s there… But won’t say my name… --- [Verse 3] My mind like a church that don’t stay open, Doors all locked but I hear it spoken, I tried confessin’ just to test the weight— But it came back wrong when I tried to say it. I don’t know if I’m lost or chosen, Don’t know what side I’m supposed to stand, All I know is it keeps on callin’— And I don’t think I understand. It ain’t fear, it’s somethin’ deeper, Like recognition I can’t escape, Like whatever’s on the other end… Already knows me anyway. --- [Final Hook – quieter, more unsettling] Veins full of serpents, still not certain, Every thought feel close but distant, Cross on my chest don’t stop the searchin’— Just reminds me somethin’s listenin’. --- [Outro – female voice, calm, clinical] “Subject exhibits… religious reinterpretation. Auditory response… internalised. No fixed belief system detected. …source remains unclear. Continue observation.”