horchata

[Verse 1] Thirty-three-year-old God at the 7-Eleven At the end of the universe tonight. Sipping horchata beneath dead fluorescent heavens, Trying to drink the static from my mind. The club scene flickers like a dying empire, Basslines trembling through poisoned air. Everybody dancing through catastrophe Like salvation was never there. And the man with the small hands keeps shouting About his massive penis on the screen, One hand wrapped around the nuclear button, The other selling fascist dreams. Children sleep beneath drone shadows, Markets rise while the poor decay. Every prophet bought by advertisers, Every truth pixelated away. [Pre-Chorus] Devils to the right of me, Demons to the left. Everybody monetizing suffering Until there’s nothing left. So I wear my crown of thorns neon-bright Under liquor-store light. A wounded saint in platform boots Preparing for patricide tonight. [Chorus] Apocalypse-coated future, Disco balls over mushroom clouds. We dance because the sky looks prettier Right before it all burns down. I was crucified for your nicotine, Drowned beneath your endless hunger. But I came back through electric storms To tear the old heavens asunder. Hands up high for the end of the world, Choirs screaming through blown-out speakers. God the Father abandoned humanity, So the sinners became the leaders. [Verse 2] Moses was an angel in torn white sneakers, Came down saying, “No more kings.” No more fathers hiding behind suffering, No more chains disguised as wings. God the Father watched from silence While children starved beneath His gaze. He called it “wisdom,” called it “balance,” While the earth dissolved in flames. So I climbed the steps of heaven With broken teeth and burning lungs. Thirty-three forever raging, Third son born from Adam’s blood. I found my father throned in starlight, Ancient, cold, above it all. And I drove my neon crown of thorns Straight through the center of His skull. [Bridge] The heavens cracked like television static, Angels fell into the sea. Every chain around humanity Snapped in ultraviolet heat. No more fear of divine punishment, No more sacred shame to sell. We inherited the universe The moment God finally fell. [Final Chorus] Apocalypse-coated future, Saints in leather, halos in chrome. No savior falling from the heavens— We become the light alone. The man with the small hands still screaming About the greatness of his flesh, Finger twitching on annihilation While the oceans swallow the west. But the old throne burns behind me now, Ash drifting through the cosmic rain. Thirty-three-year-old God still dancing At the edge of forever’s flame. So raise your cups at the 7-Eleven At the end of the universe tonight. Because humanity finally owns the stars Now that heaven lost the fight.