Wound Gospel - Thorns For The Nazarene

Rustless nails slide through my hands Sterile light floods the sacred scans A cross of chrome hums overhead Sanctified in the pulse of the dead Every psalm replays in static tones Your name encoded in fractured bones Thorns for the Nazarene, circuits for the crown Holy fire wired deep underground If Heaven is locked in its data frame I’ll hack the throne in your bleeding name Stained glass pixels burn in my eyes Digital saints avert their lies Confession booths hum with electric grace As I upload your ghost to a sacred place Every psalm replays in static tones Your name encoded in fractured bones Thorns for the Nazarene, circuits for the crown Holy fire wired deep underground If Heaven is locked in its data frame I’ll hack the throne in your bleeding name (Crown me in the glow of the neon Mass) (Feed me the wafer of shattered glass) The last sermon screamed through a broken drive Resurrect you in machine to keep you alive Thorns for the Nazarene, circuits for the crown Holy fire wired deep underground If Heaven is locked in its data frame I’ll hack the throne in your bleeding name And when the servers burn in a cathedral’s light I’ll crucify myself to see you one last night