You told me to believe… But never let me ask why… You gave me wings… Then nailed them to the sky… They showed me heaven with stained glass eyes, A savior in chains, truth wrapped in lies. I prayed until my voice was gone, But the silence stayed—just carried on. Gold crosses cast in shadow shapes, Scripture written over graves. You call it faith—I call it fear, A god who only draws near… when blood is near. ICONS IN THE FIRE! WE BURN WHAT YOU REQUIRED! NO MORE PRAYERS, NO MORE CHAINS— WE RISE FROM WHAT REMAINS! HOLY OR PROFANE— IT’S ALL JUST FLAMES! IF GOD IS LOVE, THEN WHY THE PAIN? IF DOUBT IS SIN, THEN I’M INSANE! You preach of hell beneath our feet, But never see the ash you breathe. Build your temples tall with guilt— But every stone's a grave you built. Confess, obey, deny, repeat… The cycle dressed in sacred sheets. But I found truth inside the dirt— No sermon—just the weight, the hurt. If I am wrong, let lightning fall. If you are right, why build these walls? I searched the sky, I found no throne— Just echoes, dust, and stars alone… ICONS IN THE FIRE! WE BURN WHAT YOU REQUIRED! NO MORE PRAYERS, NO MORE CHAINS— WE RISE FROM WHAT REMAINS! HOLY OR PROFANE— IT’S ALL JUST FLAMES! YOUR BOOK OF TRUTH IS FULL OF STAINS! AND I WON’T KNEEL AGAIN! Sanctus… mortem… liberate me… Sanctus… mortem… liberate me… DECONSTRUCT THE DOCTRINE! KILL THE GUILT INSIDE! IF SALVATION’S JUST A CAGE— I’D RATHER LIVE ALIVE! I carved my faith in scars, not stone, Found peace in questions I call home. No heaven waits, no hell consumes— Just me, this breath, and empty rooms…
