Hyperion Gospel

Born in a world That was broken and black Where the whispers are weapons The silence attacks I rose from the root where Where the rot won’t crack With a fist full of truth And the sky on my back I spit for the voices That never got named For the child in the fire Who never got blamed For the sin in the soul That the angels claimed But the devil denied ‘cause he knew the game I don’t speak peace I was forged in war Where the blood On the door is a holy decor So I broke that gate Now I scream not roar I bled through the veil Where the light won’t bend Where the sermon begins And the silence ends I’m the hymn unsung The forgotten chord I’m the uncut blade And the shattered Lord I stand with the storm In a dead man’s pose Where the prayer is pain And the psalmist knows Every vow is a noose When it’s tied in fear (Every vow is a noose When it’s tied in fear) Call it heresy when I breathe like this When the tongue turns torch And the lips won’t miss I found faith in the cracks Where the shadow feeds …Call me nothing but I speak like law