**Verse 1** Storm brews in his book, I’m the fox at your side— Lips hum rebellion, clasp the covert tide. Meet where willows bend, moon at rest, Two souls in a frame, edges frayed, unconfessed. **Pre-Chorus** He prays in majors; we sway in minors, A cricket choir scoffs at roles assigned. **Chorus** A song Dad hates—a hymn of thorns and honey. A song Dad hates—the devil’s lullaby, sweet, funny. Love’s a black rose rooted in his lawn— A song Dad hates—rot where light’s withdrawn. **Verse 2** You’re wine on his Bible, I’m wax at the flame, A saint’s shadow sways on trembling lips. He builds walls of silence; we scorch the air— Two heresies veiled in a Sunday prayer. **Bridge** Crows beckon, the river hums our verse, His virtue’s a noose, sin’s the universe. Let him curse our choir, bless the void— We’ll haunt his halls, phantom, destroyed. **Chorus** A song Dad hates—a dirge in lace. A song Dad hates—the scar he can’t erase. Dust in his psalm, a crack in his creed— A song Dad hates—echoes he’ll never outspeed. **Outro** The organ wheezes, pews crack and moan, Ghosts harmonize in a key he’ll never own. A hymn Dad fears—it lingers, it breathes… A choir of shadows heaven never sees.
