*damn, guess I gotta do this shit again...* [Verse 1 – dark imagery, steady pace] Claw through the coffin, coughin’ ash in my oxygen Optionless, optimism oxidized where the toxins been Drop-kick the doctrine, locked in logic I lost within Cross-stitch the scars in my skin, I am a gospel of rotten hymns Faith in decay, laced in the grey Tasted the plague, it baked in my veins Shaped by the rain where angels will stay Until they break from the weight and they cave in the frame Halo bent, it became a crown of nails Every vow impales until the sound derails Fell face first into the howl of gales Now my mouth exhales what the ground inhales --- [Hook – slow, haunting melody over minimal beat] Rust on the halo, chokes out the shine Blood in the payload, broke in the shrine If you call it holy, you are lyin’ to the blind I am burning through the prayer until the prayer burns mine --- [Verse 2 double-time] Pen stroke venom, blending the emblem Render the reverend’s end with a sentence Set in a venomous rhythm that bends them Into the vision I pen in the tension Cut from the cloth that was soaked in remorse Walk through the storms while I’m torching the source Writ in the scripture with splinters and sores Twist every syllable sick in its course Faith is a phantom that dances in chains Spilling the ashes inside of my brain Drag the cathedral through rivers of rain Until only rust in the steeple remains --- [Hook] Rust on the halo, chokes out the shine Blood in the payload, broke in the shrine If you call it holy, you are lyin’ to the blind I am burning through the prayer until the prayer burns mine --- [Verse 3] Flesh folds, fracture, face in the fog Feeding on failures that fester and clog Fingers in fissures, I’m forcing the fault Flooding the faith ‘til it falls in the vault Fever’s a fixture that fuels the ferocity Framed in a fiction that feeds on hypocrisy Furnace of fear where the frost never fades Flames in the field that I fought just to wade Famine in fibers that fray from the friction Fault-lines form in the frame’s benediction Flinch for a fraction, you forfeit the fight Fangs in the fabric will finish the light Fell from the fringe into fathoms of filth Froze in the fire while fortune was built Fractured the figure that faked up a throne Finally free in the flood I condone --- [Verse 4] (rapid-fire, guttural) Graveyard grins as the ground starts to groan Guts full of ghosts that I graft to the bone Grip on the gallows, I gamble with guilt Gaslight the garden where grief has been built Gutter-born gospel, I gorge on the gloom Guts of the guilty get ground into tombs Gnash at the gates ‘til they give and they gape Guided by grief in a grim-handed shape Glass in the gut from the glass that I gulped Gold in the grip turns to gravel and pulp Glutton for grief with a gall in my grin Godless and gnarled from the grime that I’m in Gore in the grain where the growth never goes Gathered the gusts into gory repose Glimpse of the gallows in glare of the glow Gone in the gutter where gardens don’t grow [chorus] Rust on the halo that chokes out the shine Blood in the payload, broke in the shrine If you call it holy, you are lyin’ to the blind I am burning through the prayer until the prayer burns mine Until the prayer burns mine Until the prayer burns mine
