[Intro] Bless an algorithm, watch the followers kneel Sacred screen glow, that is all they feel Prayers go upward through a wired machine Faith looks holy once the edits keep it clean [Verse 1] You bless an algorithm more than any truth Hands up to a feed instead of facing proof Pixels get worshipped while pain gets cropped out Perfect little halos every time you log in now Sin gets softened once a filter hits the face Guilt becomes content when it plays in a curated space Every lie looks cleaner with the right upload That is how devotion gets rewritten into code [Pre-Hook] Say a prayer to numbers, let the dashboard decide Let the metrics tell you what belongs inside Once the screen approves it, that becomes your faith You bless an algorithm and call the whole thing grace [Hook] You bless an algorithm, say Amen to the feed God gets reprogrammed by whatever trends succeed Heaven looks digital when the sermon starts to stream Truth gets pushed aside for a polished type of dream Likes become your scripture, views become your proof Every holy sentence gets adjusted to the youth Kneel before the screen and let the false light swim You bless an algorithm every time you worship it [Verse 2] Fake gratitude captions under staged relief Performance dressed like purpose, plastic dressed like belief Quotes about peace with a dead-eyed stare Everybody acts saved when the camera catches prayer Clout starts preaching while the comments sing along Fame becomes a priest when attention runs the song Nobody asks whether anything is real They just bless an algorithm for the way the numbers feel [Verse 3] You post confession clips and call the whole thing growth Repentance turns to content when it needs a wider scope Every little breakdown gets repackaged as a reel Pain becomes a product when the highlight cuts it clean Data learns your weakness, then it sells it back as care Even guilt looks premium with the right immersive glare Forgiveness costs nothing when the audience approves And every soul gets counted by the way the graph improves [Hook] You bless an algorithm, say Amen to the feed God gets reprogrammed by whatever trends succeed Heaven looks digital when the sermon starts to stream Truth gets pushed aside for a polished type of dream Likes become your scripture, views become your proof Every holy sentence gets adjusted to the youth Kneel before the screen and let the false light swim You bless an algorithm every time you worship it [Verse 4] Holy words get borrowed though the pages stay unread Hashtags quote a prophet while the meaning stays half-dead Silence gets avoided because quiet does not trend Inner truth gets buried under loops that never end You want faith with polish, not the weight that makes it real Something easy on the spirit and attractive in the feel So you bless an algorithm, let it sanitize the stain Turn devotion into branding and then market it again [Verse 5] Digital souls line up where the glowing altars stand Each one trades attention for a ready-made command Identity gets shaped by what the interface prefers Every thought gets guided by the loudest little blur Softened into symbols, fed back through a lens Nobody sins alone when the whole loop recommends Everybody mirrors what the platform calls refined Then calls that hollow echo something sacred in the mind [Hook] You bless an algorithm, say Amen to the feed God gets reprogrammed by whatever trends succeed Heaven looks digital when the sermon starts to stream Truth gets pushed aside for a polished type of dream Likes become your scripture, views become your proof Every holy sentence gets adjusted to the youth Kneel before the screen and let the false light swim You bless an algorithm every time you worship it [Bridge] Bless the code and call it holy, that is where you kneel Build a god from borrowed images and ask it how to feel Pray in pixel form until the signal feels alive Let a server hold your conscience while the metrics tell you why Truth keeps bleeding through the edges no filter fully seals Deep inside the upload something human still appeals But you mute it for a version that performs a little better Then you act like empty glitter holds your spirit all together Maybe that is why the silence never stays for long Maybe that is why your faith depends on playing to the throng Who is fake now when the mask became your skin You bless an algorithm, then you bless it all again [Verse 6] I see the worship clearly every time the screens ignite Every false salvation shines its clean synthetic light Nothing there can save you from the copy you became Not when every prayer you make is aimed at viral fame So keep the altar humming if illusion is your choice Keep the polished gospel if you fear a human voice I would rather face the fracture than adore a coded myth You bless an algorithm, I see exactly what that is [Pre-Hook] Say a prayer to numbers, let the dashboard decide Let the metrics tell you what belongs
