Lost to God

I was bred from the dust of the bygone, fractured in the hush where the weak are drawn. So I stare at the heavens for shelter, haunted by echoes they swore were answers, yet nothing descends for me. I am lost to God, numb to the plea, the surrender in me. ohh you cant see I am lost to God, ohh you cant see numb to the plea, the surrender in me. Gilded breed of prophets made hollow, stories sealed in rooms where no light follows. Drifting through the smoke just to stay awake, praying to a sky that will never break, still nothing descends for me. I am lost to God, numb to the plea, the surrender in me. ohh you cant see I am lost to God, ohh you cant see numb to the plea, the surrender in me. Burn the veil ’cause I’ve seen how the saints all feast on fear, chanting love thy neighbor while they sharpen spears. Preach grace, then drag queer hearts through the mire, claim holiness, but they’re stoking the fire. Hands raised high while they’re hiding chains, scriptures dripping gold but the margins stained. Talk redemption with a serpent’s grin, wash their sins in the blood of whoever they pin. Say God is love, but the hate rings louder, a temple built strong on the bones they powder. Sanctify harm in a velvet lie, kiss the cross, then crucify. So I spit this truth where the echoes rot if heaven speaks, then it speaks not. If faith is a throne made of broken men, I won’t bow down to that crown again. I am lost to God, numb to the plea, the surrender in me. ohh you cant see I am lost to God, ohh you cant see numb to the plea, the surrender in me. I am lost to god free