Prophet

PROPHET by Fanny Alexandra Verse 1 Everybody wants a prophet— Just don’t tell them they’re the crowd. Truth arrives in dirty boots, Lies wear tailoring and speak too loud. We’ve got halos made of ring lights, Confession booths with better Wi-Fi. Selling pieces of our souls For hearts that disappear by midnight. Everybody’s got an audience. Nobody’s got a witness. The mirror learned to monetize Our deepest need for forgiveness. They say, “Be yourself.” Terms and conditions apply. Pre-Chorus Raise your hands. Lower your standards. Somebody’s selling Salvation by subscription. Chorus Prophet. Prophet. Tell us what we wanna hear. Prophet. Prophet. Anything but fear. Prophet. Prophet. Paint the fire Gold. We’ll call it hope. Verse 2 Every miracle comes sponsored. Every outrage has a brand. Everybody’s chasing meaning With a shopping bag in hand. We don’t build gods anymore— We build people we can break. Watch them climb the highest mountain Just to livestream every shake. The algorithm knows your childhood Better than your oldest friend. It keeps feeding you your future By replaying where you’ve been. Funny— The loudest room in history Forgot how conversation sounds. Pre-Chorus Raise your hands. Lower your standards. Everybody wants A shepherd— Nobody wants A warning. Chorus Prophet. Prophet. Tell us what we wanna hear. Prophet. Prophet. Anything but fear. Prophet. Prophet. Paint the fire Gold. We’ll call it hope. Bridge You can sell a lie One person at a time. Or build it tall enough To call it culture. History never starts With monsters. It starts With ordinary people Laughing at the first small compromise. Final Chorus Prophet. Prophet. Tell us what we wanna hear. Prophet. Prophet. Anything but fear. If the truth Has no applause— Leave it At the door. Prophet. Prophet. We built the altar. We became the war.