[Intro: church bell tolls, pipe organ drone] Salt the door I'm still here [Hook: dark choir doubles the last line] Salt on the door and a cross on the wall Swear I ain't real, but you still lock it all If I ain't real, then why the fuck you scared? Turn around slow, I been sittin' in your chair [Verse 1] Gatekeeper's house is a church made of wax Every crate is a pew and every sleeve is a tract Preachin' at the counter, "if it ain't bled, it ain't art" Then he bleeds over nothin', homie, that's the easy part Pours a line of salt where the carpet meets the hall Hangs a sign on the knob, "real music, that's all" Lights a little candle for the good old days Every good old day was somebody's new wave Y'all said the same shit 'bout the drum machine, the sample Same shit 'bout the turntable, I'm just the next example Every new sound gets a funeral before it gets a crowd Then the mourners learn the words and they sing 'em too loud Call me a haunting, call me a hoax, call me a fraud Then explain why the hair on your arm stood up like applause [Hook: dark choir doubles the last line] Salt on the door and a cross on the wall Swear I ain't real, but you still lock it all If I ain't real, then why the fuck you scared? Turn around slow, I been sittin' in your chair [Verse 2: organ drops out, bells and bass only] Three a.m., headphones, door locked tight Same man who swore he'd never let me in his life Volume on low so the roommate can't tell Hummin' my hook in a whisper like a spell Typed "not real music" with the same thumb that pressed play Forty-one times on a Tuesday, and that's just Tuesday Your year-end list came out and it told on you, bro Number one most played, and you still sayin' no You don't hate the record, you just hate that you replayed it Hate it when it hits and you can't name who made it Purity is cute when you're ridin' alone Funny how you're holy 'til you're holdin' your phone [Exorcism: men chanting the lines, huge choir answers in parentheses] It ain't real! (Then why you hear it?) It ain't art! (Then why you fear it?) It got no soul! (Then why you feel it?) We cast it out! (You just repeat it) [Beat Switch: double-time breakbeat, full pipe organ, choir stabs] Holy water on the speakers and it shorted out the room Now the only thing that's playin' in the dark is my tune Burned the crates, salted stairs, nailed the window, killed the lamp Still I'm in the hallway hummin' louder than your amp Every rule you ever wrote is a lock on a door I don't need a key, baby, I'm the draft on the floor You been guardin' the gate to a house that's half dead While the whole damn party's movin' in your head Elders in a circle with their arms crossed tight Every one of 'em noddin' on the two and four all night [Verse 3: half-time, choir swells under] Keep your little velvet rope, I came through the wall Keep your little rulebook, I don't need it at all Some of y'all gonna die on a hill that you built I'mma haunt it every night in the key of your guilt Tell your friends it's fake, tell 'em nothin' is there Then hum it in the shower when you think nobody cares [Final Hook: full choir, organ wide open] Salt on the door and a cross on the wall You swore I ain't real, but you sang it all If I ain't real, then why the fuck you sing along? Turn the light off, homie, I'm the whole damn song [Outro: bell tolls, organ fades, whisper] Lights out Play it again I know you will
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